I was digging around my files and found this, Max's first Christmas in 2001. He sat on that box as if he was sure it was his, but no matter how hard I tried, he would not look up when I tried to get pictures.
That avoidance would be an ongoing theme throughout his life. You want a picture of my face? NO.
He was only 6 months old, long and sleek, and had--not even kidding--a roughly 5 foot vertical jump. We discovered just how high he could jump on a night when the power went out and we placed lit candles on the top of the entertainment center...and =boom= there was Max, on top, wanting to explore, terrifying us because floofy kittens and fire just don't mix.
It made games with the red dot a lot of fun because running that thing up the wall resulted in some spectacular capture attempts.
A year later, he was kinda fat. His vertical leap was less impressive by then.
Thank Bast.
