I don’t know if I can keep using the title “Caturday” on Saturdays I post about Max. I’m afraid I’m using the term incorrectly and the internet will scold me for it. I don’t like scoldings. Especially from the internet.
Every morning, I sit on the edge of my bed to pull on my socks. And every morning, Max scratches my socks like a scratching post. It tears at the fabric, but my slanty toenail cuts holes through my socks long before Max could destroy them.
It’s become kind of a bonding thing. When I sit on my bed, he comes over and waits for me to pull on my sock, then he scratches. When he misses a morning, it feels like I’m somehow not ready for the day.
HA!!! I laughed out loud! You could totally photoshop that into a dragon!
Best. Picture. Ever. But doesn’t it hurt your legs?
HA!! Max, you are adorable & fierce at the same time!
You know I just happen to have a spare leg …. calf & foot in my closet you could have. You could put one of your compression socks on it & Max could go to town. And it could be a cool conversation piece as well. A win win. But then it might interupt your bonding, so never mind.
Uh…Peggy….something you never told us? :-/
Hehe….it’s a severed Halloween leg. I put it in Matt’s shoe one Halloween morning. I have an arm too if you ever need one.
I too LOL! That is a picture worth a hard copy print! What a grand cat!
The longer I think about it and the more often I double check Max’s expression, I think you should consider a picture caption contest – fund raiser for church or school, say. Set a deadline – have your loyal readers vote … now what would a good prize be….Hmmmmm…the winner buys you/Max a new three-pack of socks in the brand of your preference? I know, the bugs still have to be worked out, but that is quite an expression, you must admit.