After years of longing and disappointed hopes, in the form of my parents’ cats, neighborhood cats, and friends’ cats, Maxwell has finally made a feline friend! A cat has been hanging out near our home for a little while now, and after making some friendly advances – in the form of sitting perfectly still, staring, and maniacal tail-wagging – Maxwell’s hopes have been rewarded in the form of a tiny, fluffy, super-friendly, super-talkative black cat. The cat came trotting up to him a couple of times on our walks over the last few weeks, and then last weekend, ventured onto our front porch.
Max at first was quite puzzled.
Cat Friend was not at all interested in doing the usual meet-and-greet sniffing ritual.
Instead, it seemed to want to nuzzle, which Max could meet only with wide-eyed confusion.
After the opening introductions of sniffing and rubbing, both cat and pups became relaxed and happy. I was quite surprised at the cat’s bravery; most seem to be frightened of Max (even though he only wants to sniff & explore), but it didn’t even stop at cuddling and walking around near him.
After making friends with Max, the cat turned its attention to me, trotting over, talking to me, staring at me, and after a moment or two, jumping right onto my lap, at which move Maxwell was once again thrown into confusion.
As CF sat on my lap and purred, Max contemplated this extremely weird turn of events…
… but decided after a while that he could share my affection with his new friend. For a while, Max and Cat Friend were quite happy together, and whenever we’d hear CF meowing out front, Max would run to the door, and they sat happily looking out together.
If the mean humans wouldn’t let Max out, they would have to resort to crude, distant through-the-window communication, which was pretty cute (at least until CF jumped up and tried to climb the screen).
Unfortunately, Cat Friend is not in a good position. It must be a stray, since we’ve discovered it was being fed by our neighbor two doors down – and very sadly, none of us have seen it since yesterday (Wednesday) morning. Most of our neighbors have been friendly toward it (the one has been feeding it, and another talked about possibly adopting it) but one has made clear that she loathes its dirty, horrible strayness, its outdoor living (and presumable bird-murdering) and the overnight meowing it does outside her bedroom window. I’m afraid that the third has prevailed, since an animal control van was patrolling the next street over on Tuesday. I hope that this is not the sad ending to Max’s budding friendship, but …..
On a separate note: what do you think of his hilarious new haircut? He had his first official professional groom last week, and even though I said we like him to have some hair left on top, this was the result. It’s taken a while to get used to; for a couple of days, every time I saw him I had to stifle a giggle at his extra-round looking head and cropped bangs.