Maxwell

Saturday, August 10, 2024

My cat Maxwell has become apparent after a couple of days in hiding. He’s laid low since his veterinary examination, which included vaccinations, blood work, a dental exam, and worming. Honestly, I have not missed dodging Max who’s circling my feet as I stumble around in the early mornings. Nor have I worried much about his invisibility, for understandably, the crating, car ride, examination, and meds were a bit much for the boy.

The vet loved Max, as everybody else does. He’s friendly, loves people, enjoys being handled, and is handsome. I love him, too, but not particularly when he insists on being under my feet, especially when I try to hurry.

Now, I’ll face a dilemma about whether to let him go outside. He’s been an inside-only kitty for a couple of years. For one thing, I let his vaccinations lapse, and for another, he expertly kills lovable creatures.

I hate finding bird remains and those of chipmunks and lizards, all victims of Max. His final moment of freedom came a couple of years ago when I discovered him crouching before a cornered garden snake, a pretty creature I love spotting and having on the property.

Max got carried inside, and Snake moved off safely.

I’ll think more later about inside versus outside and what happens next. Right now, I see that Max is eating–a welcome sight after his disappearance, hiding and fasting.

Dear Friends: I will admit to being one of the many cat ladies who always vote. Diana