Door was closed. Again. I left a pineapple. But the bacon was there again. Why is the bacon by MY door, Ash??!!??
Figured I'd try something new: I interviewed a friend, here are his answers for your reading pleasure.
Name and location
Max is the name and I live on top of my memory foams stairs. I also have a vacation set of stairs in the office.
Who do you live with?
The worst cats you’ve ever seen. There’s 2 of them.
What makes you meow the loudest?
I yell by the treat drawer to summon its opening, but it depends on the mood of bad cat #1. Dick.
Cali's note: Yell by the treats? You're giving me ideas... Need to expand my horizons, the bathroom is not the only place with good acoustics.
What's a spot in the house that is yours and only yours?
The fuck you mean spot? It’s my house. MY house.
If you could only carry 2 toys for the rest of your life, which ones would you choose and why?
Why would I limit myself to 2? Do you know who I am? My emotional support ribbon is top priority though. We go back.
If you could bite anyone (or anything) in the world, who/what would you chomp on?
I have this piece of plastic from an amazon box that I chew on to keep my fangs nice and sharp for more murder.
Cali's note: Don't you just love their faces when they spend money on toys for you and you choose to play with the zip tie that came in the package?
Cali's note: Of all the pics provided, this is my favourite. It shows some of his toys. I love toys.
Tell us a story you're proud of
I routinely shit on the step of my litterbox just to get the 2 awful cats to pick it up. Idiots.
Anything else you want to tell the world?
No need. I announce to the world every shit I take.
Back to Cali. Look at all that fluff! His fur might be just as fabulous as mine.
Thank you Max! I dream of a cat conference, where we can all meet, scream our little heads up, play with our toys, torture our house mates... all those fun things.
Stay tuned for more toys and more guests!
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