Saturday, August 13, 2016

Max the Marauder


Max's favorite spot is on Sarah's computer desk, looking out the windows. It's an L-shape, sitting in the corner of the breakfast nook (we don't eat breakfast, sooo....oh, and we have an elliptical trainer and treadmill in our dining room instead of a table. I don't know why we're all over-weight) and has corner windows, giving sweeping views of his domain.

Any dog, squirrel, rabbit, possum, hedgehog, meerkat, giraffe, etc, that haplessly wanders into his territory is verbally threatened, loudly. Really, really loudly. And continuously until the threat is chased off never to return. But dogs? Oh my, they are the worst. It's like another dog is a personal insult to Max that must be avenged. Funny thing, though, you see what's missing in that list? Yeah, cats. He doesn't give a shit about cats. It's like he doesn't even see them. They are non-entities.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

some things ( although of great interest to you) are so far below your dignity that they are never mentioned....some people are that way about jelly beans, skittles, and hookers......


vaquero viejo

Anonymous said...

Either max can recognize a troll when he sees one or he's had his ass kicked by trolls.

RabidAlien said...

Yes, but how does he handle the wild capybara? WE MUST KNOW THESE THINGS!!!

wirecutter said...

He was even challenging CGD for getting within 550 yards of the momvan.
Ballsy li'l sucker.

hiswiserangel said...

He was just giving y'all a warm Texas greeting.