I have done a few posts on my cat, Lou. I realized I never
did the same for my other baby, Max. I love him very much,
but he isn’t as funny as Lou. He is more my husband’s cat. If
Jim is out in the garage, Max will sit on the counter right by the
door and wait for him. But I wanted to give some attention
on my blog to Max. I renamed him “Rambo cat” because the other
day, he was running around like crazy and went to jump on a ledge
at the top of our stairs (on the second floor of our house), completely
missed, and fell to the first floor. He knocked the thermostat off the wall
on the way down. Jim and I were watching a movie, and when we ran
downstairs, he was hiding under the dining room table. He was
playing with his ball a few minutes later. I guess cats really do land
on their feet!