(reposted in response to the Postal Service commemorative stamps honoring the Humane Society)
Mr. Max Mewsic is my boy.
It's wonderful to have a cat (he doesn't know he's a cat) that can carry on an intelligent conversation with you.
He wakes me up at sunrise, says 'I love you' (mawwooovyooo), can ask for milk (maaaallkk), cookies (mwoooookeeee) and cheese (meeeesshhh), tells me to open (mawpeen) the door so he can look for his girlfriend Lucy, and he plays the piano.
When I'm looking at contracts, answering the phone, consulting with the office about one thing or another, fixing supper, listening to the Beatles, taking a shower, getting dressed, sleeping, reading the paper, blogging, or watching Star Trek the Next Generation (he loves to watch Star Trek with me, and is enthralled by the Clingons and the android Mr. Data-I have all the episodes) he's right there with me.
You should see him go nuts when I do lazy eights with the cursor while he slaps at the computer monitor. I always have to be careful not to leave the aquarium screensaver on when leave I the house. And you'd never believe it unless you saw it, but he pulls me by the pants leg and tries to keep me from leaving when I have to go to the office or someplace, and I always have to tell him "daddy's coming back", or he gets upset.
I think he knows and understands that I love the real estate business, too.
He''s almost fifteen years old and I love him.
You would, too.
Please be kind to your pets.
Show them affection, love and care.
They will always love you.
They're human, too, and members of our families !
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