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1st February 2008

Along Came Monroe, The Tuxedo Kitten

Along came Monroe, Mr Tuxedo Cat
Part Two of Ode to Fat Cat Max (whom I had to have put down yesterday)

Max felt his life was pretty good until this little stinker tuxedo kitten came into his life.  He had all the food he could eat, he could sit in his favorite chair, he could play and bask in the sun - and have free roam of the house.  But then one day, a kitten came to stay.  His name was Monroe.  It seemed that the dog Cody had a thing for the little kitten, and in fact had found the little kitten stranded underneath a truck and sensed it needed help.  His owner had brought other kittens in before, but they never stayed.  Max had a feeling that this little kitten was going to stay.

Max had to share his food with the little stinker.  This was not good.  The little black and white thing had an affection for food, much like Max did.  Also not good.   One day little Monroe discovered Cody’s dog food - he had never seen so much food in his entire life.  He could probably sleep and eat and hang out in this special place all day long.

Max, who was always the fearless cat, refused to let any stray animal get in his way.  While Misha was one to jump up and perch, Max would walk up and look straight at any stray animal, dogs included.  Max was not one to share his territory or let another get in his way.  So when little Monroe thought it was play time in Max’s territory and began to attack Max, Max refused to get off the bed.  After all, Max was much bigger than little skinny kitty Monroe.

The biggest problem that Max had with Monroe - his owner thought that Monroe was super cute!  Apparently so did the big furry dog.  They really loved one another.  Max was personally a little disgusted by the little furry kitten.

The only thing Max liked about the little kitten, well, it was simply smaller than Max so it couldn’t quite eat all the food Max needed. 

Tomorrow, Maxim will be cremated.  I am picking up his ashes at Schoedinger’s Pet Services.  I’ll tell the stories of Max the Messenger of St. Francis tomorrow.

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