My Amazing Max

My Max is just about the goofiest cat I know. But he's such a sweet goofy cat, ya can't help but love him. This morning, as almost every morning, he just had to get me up and out of bed when he wanted me up. Daylight Savings Time means nothing to a cat, so as far as Max was concerned I should have been up an hour earlier.

And like every morning, once he got his bowl of catmilk, all he wanted was to curl up in my lap on the recliner. So basically I must get myself out of my warm comfortable bed to provide a warm comfortable nesting spot in my lap for a very spoiled cat.

But what's a mother to do? He really is my spoiled baby after all, so sacrifices must be made for the sake of this sweet thing. He's had a bit of a rough weekend too. After so many months of seeming perfectly healthy, his eye appears to be bothering him again. Friday it started with a steady leak (no gushing this time though, thankfully) and there was some squinting and flinching going on. I knew it bothered him when he spent several hours under the covers of my bed instead of curled up on the recliner. The flinching stopped by Saturday, but the leaking continues.

So yes, I make sacrifices for my sweet baby Max, who loves me so much that all he wants is my lap for his safe place when he doesn't feel good. Is it really a sacrifice anyway?