Monday, March 24, 2008

Max

I consider myself a glass half-full kind of person but, 2008 is turning out to be a pretty bad year for the Hill pets. We've gone through no less than 4 hamsters and have now lost our great cat, Max.

About two years ago, Tee and I were driving home from school and we saw something rolling under a truck. As the truck kept driving, we saw a little black cat run out and into the grass on the side of the road. Some crazy instinct took over and I pulled off to see if the little guy was o.k. He was without a scratch but starving and definitely ready for a family. Our family, sniff, sniff.

Tee kept saying "Mom, we can keep him? But, I thought you were allergic?".

It was maybe a slight exaggeration I had told my children each time they had asked for a kitten. For the record, they also think I'm allergic to snakes, skateboards, and tackle football, and I'd appreciate you having my back on those. This wee one, however, had survived being run over by a truck and amazingly, cured my allergies. A real-life kitty miracle!

Max was a hit from the start and everyone was in love. Especially Max, with Trey. Max loved my husband with a love that sometimes even bordered on creepy. No matter who wanted to pet him, he would crawl up on Trey's chest and purr like he was in his little cat heaven. "Purrr. I love you, man." Even Trey was moved. Usually to another chair to get away from Max, the love cat.

He grew into the troubled teenager we pray we'll never have in our children. He'd go out just before we were off to bed and would come home as I was going walking in the morning. He'd arrive war-torn with scratches and cuts from apparent cat-gang fights then would want to eat and snuggle and sleep all day. We got really worried when he started wearing a little blue bandana and got a "Crips" tattoo. He was trouble with a capital M but we loved that cat.

About 4:15 Friday morning, Fern started barking like crazy so Trey ran downstairs to see what was going on. He looked out the window and saw a pitbull with Max in his jaws. He ran off with Max before we could get the alarm off and door opened. A neighbor, John, found the little guy's body the next day.

John was really upset because he's lost two cats lately as well and the pitbulls are owned by someone who also lives in the neighborhood. He's been unable to get in touch with the owners of the dog so far and wants us to help him. I will make a stereotypical comment now that may or may not apply in this case but it's my blog so I'm taking the liberty:
People who own cats and love them and people who own pitbulls and leave them chained up in their backyards typically have very different personalities so it should make for some interesting conversations at the next homeowners association meeting.

Meanwhile, Sadie, in mourning, has said we need to get a microphone. For Max.
Through tears, "But, baby, Max doesn't need a microphone. He can't *sniff* sing anymore."
"No, momma, so we can sing songs about Max...can it be a pink Barbie one?"
I love that - taking a tragedy and turning it into a chance to get a toy.

9 comments:

Natalie Fournet said...

Sorry about poor Max...that's horrible!

I do love the part about the Barbie microphone....for the past 2months anytime Hannah has fallen down or been smacked by her brother or any tragedy...she sobs and cries "I want a Webkinz"

MissHannah said...

Poor Max!

And Sadie way work it girl!!! I agree you need to sing songs about Max, that is what he would want.

emily said...

That is my girl, love that she can make lemonade out of lemons every time! I'm with Hannah, I see an Idol week using the Max song book in the very near future.

I am so sad for Max though- and for the record, I am still allergic to cats!

Candy said...

Oh, that Max! Blessed cat to have dwelt with you guys for so long. That's a mean hood he was prowling nightly! Maybe the pits were of the Bloods!
Love You, grieving with all--save Sadie, who has figured this deal out.
Nanny

mindalou said...

Oh no! Without max to fight crime in our neighborhood - we're doomed!
So sorry to hear about max -

however, I was impressed at the make-shift plastic gloves you gave your kids to go identify the body...you should send Zip-Lock your idea, it might be a great marketing schpeil for them.

I am sorry to hear about max - but think of it this way - he did leave plenty of his spawn to be remembered by.

Farmboy and Buttercup said...

I feel your pain! I am such a cat lover, with 2 cats and one big, lazy dog at home myself. Your Max sounds just like our wayward teen, Naboo. If they could only tell us of their escapades. Think I should look closely for a tatoo on him?

Truly sorry for your loss.

Linda said...

Hi, first time here--probably my favorite post I've read this week!

pb&j in a bowl said...

Oh man, I hate that that happened. Hang in there! She could sing the them song for "Max and Ruby." Just substitute her name "Max and Sadie"

Kim said...

As a dog lover and a cat tolerator, I apologize for doggies everywhere.

Losing a well loved and loving pet who has become part of your family is never easy.

{{{hugs}}} to you and your kiddos.