Guess who’s birthday it is today?
Maxwell has officially turned one.
And this is how he is choosing to spend his big day.
I can’t blame the guy. I’d prefer to spend my birthday much the same-catching up on my sleep.
We are so glad you are a part of our lives, Max. Happy Birthday (said in a hushed tone)!
Once upon a time, there were two leashed white cats innocently hanging out in the backyard, with their owner nearby. A Red Tailed Hawk entered the scene, swooped down and alighted on the chain link fence that separated the neighbor’s yards.
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For a moment the world stood still.
The Red Tailed Hawk was impressive-with an intimidating wingspan of 4-5 feet, razor sharp claws and a scary, pointy beak that can poke kittens eyes out.
At a whopping 13 pounds of pure muscle, this “kitten” would be almost impossible for the aforementioned Red Hawk to lift off the ground.
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However, this bird of prey wouldn’t realize this until after sinking its sharp and pointy talons into a muscle-bound Maxwell. Max’s instincts took over and he peeled out in the grass, aiming for the open back door. His race for safety caused the attached leash to knock over the fire pit and the two bikes on our back porch.
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The Red Hawk took off, disturbed both by me and by the insanity created by Maxwell. The “kitten” ducked inside, his tail had exploding to three times larger than normal and the hair mohawk on his back standing on end. The poor little guy’s body shook all over and his breathing accelerated to a “Rebekah-on-a-roller-coaster-scared” status.
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After further research, I realized there was nothing I could do to keep this bird of prey away. It’s even protected by the government-sorry, Biceps.
I think my only option is to add weighted vests to the kittens halters. If only they came in extra-extra small cat sizes….
Over the holidays, we are traveling to and fro, lugging the two furry beasts with us. The kittens seem to know what is up when they see the suitcases coming down from the attic.
Max usually makes a game of it, attacking any foreign object we’ve lugged down, trying to crawl inside and hide, infesting everything as we are packing.
Bianca takes it lying down. She’s chill.
But, get these two in the car and they turn polar opposites.
Maxwell, after a few nibbles of treats, sits back with a full belly and settles in.
Bianca, on the other hand, needs constant reassurance and several climbings ranging from Biceps,
…to me,
…to Maxwell,
…back again to Biceps. Treats do not satisfy her. She’s busy stepping on the window button, almost killing herself in the process, running back and forth and meowing.
Well, you get the idea. She’s what you’d call-“Unsettled”. It makes for a very long and interesting 9 hour cat-car ride. Very interesting, indeed.
