MAX IS DEAD

  People always say "you can not teach your cat to do tricks". I beg to differ. I did! I actually wanted to get a puppy but my sister got me a kitten instead. This automatically gave me an epiphany. Once my kitten gets older and some what wiser, I will teach him tricks.
    The first trick I wanted him to learn was to sit. I thought this would be the easiest and most fastest thing to learn. Boy was I wrong. I tried this for about two weeks and nothing. All I got out of this experience was a couple scratches and a ton of hissing. I decided to move on.
     The second trick I wanted to teach him was to play dead. I spent one long hard month training Max to master this trick. At first,I didn't believe he would understand what I meant by play dead. But he sure did. He lays there with his head slightly tilted to the side, paws in the air and plays dead. Just like this....

 

       I still cannot believe my cat can play dead. It is so amazing to me. I can now proudly tell people "my cat does tricks would you like to see?" and of course they say yes. Max will always continue to make me proud and blow my mind every step of the way. Max will forever be my not so purrrrfect cat.

9 lives? Maybe 7 now.

    "Max is so stupid he almost died. 11-14-14"
  Last time I wrote a blog it was about my " haunted bathroom". What I didn't tell you guys was the after math. It was probably the weirdest scenario I've ever witnessed.
    So here is the story. Max got freaked out by something (himself) and decided to run upstairs. I didn't think too much of it until I heard his meow. Not the come and love meow but the I feel threatened meow!! I quickly walked over to the staircase where I heard him and before I even put one foot on the stair Max fell from the top. I was in such shock that I stood there for a couple seconds trying to process what the hell just happened. I was trying to remember how many lives cats have. 7? 8? Maybe it was 6. I decided to google it, 8. Its 8!
    Max was just laying there. Thankfully breathing but just laying there. Luckily at that time my mother was coming through the front door. I told her what happened to me and she told me her very interesting culture belief.
     My mom told me that in her Hispanic culture cats are believed to only have 7 lives. At this time I was freaking out because Max falls off the staircase regularly. Maybe he is stupid or maybe he is just afraid and has no other choice. Who knows.
      I was very interested to know why cats are said to have 9 lives but in other cultures believed to have 7? Or even 6? I was up for a couple hours trying to figure it out and I did.
      After all my research I came to the conclusion that cats don't really have 9 lives. They are said that they do because they have the ability to jump and land without truly getting hurt or wounded. Although research states that cats don't have 9 lives a lot of cultures think otherwise. A lot of Spanish-speaking regions believe that cats really do have 7 lives (guess my mom had a point). While in Turkish and Arabic legends believe they have  only 6. I will stick to the fact that Max has 1 life but will always hope he has unlimited.




                               Work cited
http://wonderopolis.org/wonder/do-cats-really-have-nine-lives/
http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/ampp3d/cats-9-lives-facts-behind-4388389

Haunted or not.........

Since day one Max has always had his litter box in the downstairs bathroom. It has never changed but lately I've been debating whether to move it or not. I feel as if Max rather hold in his pee than even enter that bathroom. There is never a day that he does not leave that bathroom hissing. I don't know if he scares himself or if something scares him. Don't get me wrong if I could physically ask him and get an answer I would but that won't happen. I feel as if he spends too much time in the upstairs bathrooms that he doesn't like the one downstairs.

 

 

 

I mean come on this looks like a perfectly normal bathroom. What can Max possibly not like, it's so pretty. He has never really liked the toilet paper roll but that's because he's kind of dumb.

Max has his litter on the left corner of the bathroom as soon as you walk in. This has always been the exact location and to me it seems perfectly normal.

 

Nibbles

Ever since I got Max he has had a thing for biting, or as my family says nibbling. Teeth as pointy as a needle. It's a bit scary actually. Max bites toes and fingers or anything that fits half way in his mouth. Oh what pain he causes. When he was a baby we didn't mind but now its almost unbearable. The most common nibbles are the bed nibbles. He jumps up on your bed, finds your toes and BAM! The "nibble" wakes you up. My first reaction is to just kick him off the bed because what kind of crazy kitten decides to wake you up like that? This happens all the time so everyone expects to be woken up by Max. Solution: Close bedroom doors. I cannot wait until his baby teeth fall out because trust me my family is over it. The last most common nibble is the couch nibble. Max has moments when all he wants is love and affection. When this happens he climbs on the couch, finds your lap and lays back. It takes a couple minutes until he decides to "nibble" your fingers. He does it so hard it surprises you because he is so small but man is he vicious.

Cute cuddles

 When I first got Max he was so shy, but now a days he is just plain crazy. He spills his litter all over the bathroom and acts like he didn't do anything. If you ever do catch him he will give you that cute cuddle. He comes over to you, closes his eyes, and brushes up against you. It is seriously the cutest thing ever. The same thing happens when he scratches my nephews. All that son of a gun has to do is brush up against the kids and just chill there like nothing ever happened. Funny story(actually not funny at all) one time Max went through the bathroom trash and made a disaster.  Toilet paper, Q-tips and a whole bunch of cotton balls scattered all around the upstairs. The outcome? Well lets just say he gave me that cute cuddle and I forgot about what he did. Max has the family at the palm of his hands.

Scratches

    In case you guys do not know I have a 5 month old kitten named Max. We got him from the humane society in late July. He is a ball of energy but also a ball of evil. Since he is still considered a baby he has not yet been declawed. This is bad, you see Max scratches everything and anything. He scratches the leather couches, the bed sheets, the carpet, the doors, and sadly my nephews. I have came to the conclusion that Max scratches the kids when they're all up in his grill. Max isn't exactly the lovey dovey cat he is a stay in my humans bed all day and sleep kind of cat. Later when the kids get home from school they grab him and start going bananas. Max tries to let it go but once he is annoyed his claws come out. Then this is when the damage is done. Usually my nephews try not to point out that they have gotten scratched but Max well he makes it obvious. When he is done doing the damage he quietly goes upstairs, going up one big step at a time.