Now We Are Two

 

Happy Birthday Maximus!  Two years ago today our little kitty was born.  After lots of craziness, many attacks to both human and puppy, several attempts to dominate my knitting, and one really poorly thought out leap from the second story to the downstairs (with no attempt on his part whatsoever at aiming for the sofa), Max is two.  He is still sleeping through the night, under the covers, using me as his pillow.  He is still quite sure that he's starving to death moments before we rescue him with a plate of Fancy Feast - every single night - never mind the kibble that he has 24/7.  He still likes to walk on the kitchen table and kitchen counters (this stuff is my friend), usually right in front of us (I guess because he's sleeping at night, which is when all the other kitties of the world do this - yes, even your's). He still randomly swats at Logan when he walks by, even when he has no intent to follow through with a proper attack.  He still watches Pirates of the Carribean: On Stranger Tides (it's a mermaid thing).

He's learned a few things in the last two years too though.  He's learned to spend more time in my lap instead of just sitting next to me.  He's learned that iPad's are fun (he loves ICanHasCheezeburger) and if he sits on me just right, we can watch the iPad together.  He's learned to walk across the iPad when I'm knitting from it (on knitCompanion) and he can make the chart resize and go all wonky.  He's learned how to pick out his toy from the drawer every morning.  The biggest thing he's learned however, is how to be the sweetest, most adorable, charming kitty to us - usually right after he's done something bad.  He's a tiny, gray con man, and he's not even a bit ashamed of it.

We love you little Max!  You may be the smallest kitty I've ever had, but your personality is huge.