*my* cat.
6:14 p.m. on 2003-12-16

When my parents and I adopted Max and Marina from Paws, Max became *my* cat. He'd climb into my lap whever I'd visit him. I bought a mouse-on-a-stick toy for Max, and he loved it! He had to sniff it first before loving the toy, but he did some crazy antics. Since it came with a suction cup device, I came up with the idea of attaching the entire toy to the side of a cabinet. Max had fun with his antics, and I took pictures, but sometime after I stopped taking pics, Max decided to be rough with the toy, resulting in it falling the floor. As Max grew older, he still liked playing with the mouse (I held onto the stick part), but I had to entice him for longer and longer times before he'd play with it. He stopped climbing into my lap after awhile. If I wanted Max in my lap, I'd have to lift him and place him there. My mom used to say that when I did move out (which won't be for awhile), I would take Max with me. He was *my* cat, and she knew that. Max has become an aloof male cat. He won't come to me anymore, and doesn't always like me to approach him. Tiger is now *my* kitten. She loves being held, and is the only cat or kitten who will come to me. My mom thought I had stopped loving Max, but that's not true. I love all my pets, but Tiger is the most affecinate. Cuddles is and old and lazy cat, Max and Marina are both aloof cats, Cinnamon (Yorkie) doesn't always like being touched, and Snowball will only let me hold him for several seconds. During that time, he won't purr. Tiger usually purrs when I spend time with her. When she stops purring (and nothing I'm doing will bring it back for the moment), I'll return her to the garage.

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