Our little Wrecking Ball is one year old today! He's still hurtling around the house at top speed, bashing into things and people like an overcaffeinated squirrel. He will sometimes even bank off of Logan to change direction. By the time Logan realizes what's happened, Max is at the other end of the house. He's the first cat I've ever had that jumped from the upstairs to the downstairs (he only did it the once, thank heavens). He's the first cat I've ever had that sleeps through the entire night. Under the covers. Between my feet. Sideways. He thinks Logan's tail is a cat toy. They both think the bathmat is a wrestling ring. He finds the refrigerator fascinating and will jump in it when we open it. For that matter, putting away clean dishes into the cabinet is also difficult since he wants to explore those too. He still jumps up on the very top of the cabinets and races back and forth several times a day. He loves to watch birds, and also TV (he really likes the mermaids from the latest Pirates of the Caribbean movie). He sits with Caleb when he has a nightmare. He's learned to be an excellent shoulder rider. You can hear his purr from across the room. When he gets tired of racing around, crashing into things, and taunting Logan, he will cuddle up against us and go to sleep. Usually on his back, with his feet in the air.
He's been quite an adventure these past few months, but he's also very loving and friendly with the entire family. He didn't get the memo that he was supposed to be my kitten and while he loves all of us and plays and cuddles with all of us, he seems to be Mickael's kitten. Mickael isn't even a cat person, but somehow Max has wrapped his Daddy around his little paw. I'm still not even sure how that happened.
We love you Max, Happy Birthday!