I bet Maxx is just taking a detour on his way to cat heaven. He'll hop off the comet before it goes too far away, and then he'll scritch on the front door of cat heaven, where they will let him in right away, cuz they've been waiting for him. And then Maxx will be able to check on fourlegs whenever he wants, because cat heaven is really close to us. That's my theory anyway.
I'm with mismn. Maxx is MUCH too good a cat not to be escorted straight into Cat Heaven with flights of angels singing. I know this because I live with a bunch of biting, scratching, nibbling, drooling, spitting, puking cattards who will be spending many warm years keeping me company in hell, where I will surely go for speaking the truth about them.
Well, I'm not a religious person, political cat, so I'm sort of working this out as I go along, but in my version, cat heaven is a big place, and it takes all kinds, and your cattards should fit right in. I hope so because it sounds like they will keep my Old Old Friend from being the worst-behaved cat in cat heaven.
Meanwhile, Maxx will be hanging out with Albert Einstein discussing physics.
If we're lucky, maybe the rest of us will get the occasional Day Pass to visit cat heaven, from wherever we end up...
I'm not either, but don't tell my monsters - they think they've put the fear of doG into me. I know where I'll end up - in a Petting Zoo for kitties. I'll be in a cage, and they'll troop in two by two to get their tummies rubbed and their ears massaged. It'll be like that Kurt Vonnegut story, only with cats.
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missing you maxxxx
Go, Maxx, Go!
Waving to the Best Boy. Love you Mister PlushyPants.
I bet Maxx is just taking a detour on his way to cat heaven. He'll hop off the comet before it goes too far away, and then he'll scritch on the front door of cat heaven, where they will let him in right away, cuz they've been waiting for him. And then Maxx will be able to check on fourlegs whenever he wants, because cat heaven is really close to us. That's my theory anyway.
I'm with mismn. Maxx is MUCH too good a cat not to be escorted straight into Cat Heaven with flights of angels singing. I know this because I live with a bunch of biting, scratching, nibbling, drooling, spitting, puking cattards who will be spending many warm years keeping me company in hell, where I will surely go for speaking the truth about them.
Well, I'm not a religious person, political cat, so I'm sort of working this out as I go along, but in my version, cat heaven is a big place, and it takes all kinds, and your cattards should fit right in. I hope so because it sounds like they will keep my Old Old Friend from being the worst-behaved cat in cat heaven.
Meanwhile, Maxx will be hanging out with Albert Einstein discussing physics.
If we're lucky, maybe the rest of us will get the occasional Day Pass to visit cat heaven, from wherever we end up...
I'm not either, but don't tell my monsters - they think they've put the fear of doG into me. I know where I'll end up - in a Petting Zoo for kitties. I'll be in a cage, and they'll troop in two by two to get their tummies rubbed and their ears massaged. It'll be like that Kurt Vonnegut story, only with cats.
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