I love the rug in my upstairs bathroom. It’s white and fluffy and soft – it’s like walking on a cloud. But Max doesn’t like it at all. If he has to walk on it, he shakes his feet like they’re wet or something. Most times he opts not to walk on it at all. Instead, he’ll walk alongside it, or he’ll jump up on the tub or toilet to avoid it. It makes me smile, because it reminds me of jumping up on a sidewalk curb or something when I was a kid and avoiding the “hot lava” or the “alligators”. Hehe…
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.
And now, a picture of Max enjoying the cooler weather while wrapped in blankets and basking in front of a space heater.
Any time I’m home is like this now. If I’m not at school or some kind of music practice or church meeting, I’m watching recorded TV until 8, then getting ready for bed. I think I like this rut I’m in. 
Last night as I watched a little TV on the couch, Max was taking a nap beside me. He made a funny noise, so I looked over at him. He was dreaming. Hehe…
I got my camera out quickly and recorded it. He wakes up at the end.
Max has no self-regulation when it comes to food. At first I didn’t know it. I was used to cats that just ate a little bit and walked away, and when their food dish was empty, you just fill it up again. When I did that with Max, he ate and ate and ended up looking like he’d swallowed a bowling ball. Time for a diet!
I got him diet food, and put him on a restricted intake. He has slimmed down nicely, and things seem to be going well. But lately, he’s been more insistent as his feeding times approach. Last night around 7:30 he started meowing, and he cried almost incessantly until 8 when his food came out of the feeding robot. His food was gone within a minute.
So I’m wondering if he’s calorie deficient right now or something. He doesn’t look bony, but the pitiful crying when he’s hungry really tugs on the heart strings. So far, I haven’t given in to the pleas for food, but I’m wondering if a change in feeding schedule is called for. Right now, he gets one quarter cup of diet food three times a day. That’s right in line with the recommendations on the bag. Is more called for? Maybe I should consult with a vet…
