Maximus Disruptus


Yes that is his full name.  And boy does he live up to his name.  Not a day goes by without Max not being up to mischief.


We had two cats living with us, Nina and one of her kittens Tyler, although Tyler is already 10 years old, he still is the baby. Or he was, until 12 January 2011, when a new house pet came into our lives.  I blame Bobby Bradshaw for that one.  He came to see us a week beforehand mentioning his colleague who had six kittens!!!!, and they all needed re-homing.  Bob showed us some pictures and we loved the long haired tuxedo kitten the most, so we said, okay, alright, we go and pick her up.  It was a she, you see.  We called her Tara.  A stunningly beautiful kitty who refused to listen to her name, was all over the placed and scared the hell out of Tyler and brought out terrific hissing from Nina.  


After Tara had been with us for a few weeks, she let me tickle her belly and it was then that I discovered that our Tara was not a Tara, but that "she" had some additional body parts, which turned her immediately into a boy cat.  When the man of the house came home I told him and he could not stop laughing.  We decided to call him Maximus Disruptus or Max for short.  Within hours, he listened to his name, and I have always wondered if he was telling me that he was a boy by not listening to the name Tara.

He is something else.  Always up to mischief, always playing, always sleeping in the weirdest positions, and going floppy when you pick him up.  He loves Emke, the youngest human in the family, and he puts up with being cuddled to bits and hanging upside down.  The other two always used to run when she came near, but they also are now taking to her and let themselves being cuddled.


He is kind of long haired so he needs brushing, and he is incredibly soft to touch.  Emke taught him to take a sweetie from between her lips without him touching her and he loves giving kisses, unlike the other two, who are so greedy when you give them a sweet.


He doesn't like noises though, a few weeks ago the council  was mowing the lawn with one of those electric mowers, and Max climbed so high in the curtains, that I had problems getting him down, he does not like it at all, very strange as he has never been afraid of fire works.


Max is a totally adorable cat and there is no way you could not like him, and although he will be two years old in October 2012, he is and will always be our baby

Life

I cannot believe that it is a year since I have written a blog.  It is very strange that I haven't, taking into consideration that I do love writing and mostly just rant on about all sort of nonsense.  The last blog was about my ankles.  Honestly how on earth can you write about the use of ankles.

Well since the ankle episode, life has flown by.  After going back to work last May to a job that was increasingly becoming stressful, I decided that I should be looking for another job, mind you in today's climate I wasn't very hopeful, so I did my job to a fully 100% and kept my eyes and ears open.  You never know do you.

I forgot to say that I suffer slightly from insomnia, not that it ever bothered me, because if it does, it only makes it worse, so I was happily lying in bed next to me beloved husband, who would be miles away in dreamland, watching television, and patiently waiting to fall asleep, which usually happened at two or three in the morning.  My day job required me to be in at seven, so not many hours were occupied by sleep, but.........it worked and I just got on with it.

In the mean time my child did her GCSEs, and did really well, so that was a worry less.  You do worry about them.  You give birth to them and you worry for the rest of your life, not fair realy, but that's life (as the heading refers to).


So anyway, I do have another job, and this one requires me to work nights and nights only.  It's a shift pattern and the shifts are long ones, and I am on my own, something I don't really mind, as I like my own company, it also means that there is a possibility that I do not see my husband for days on end, as he works ridiculous hours during the day and is often not home before I leave, so our relationship is somewhat changed and conversations between us are held more and more on our mobiles (thank heavens for appropriate mobile contracts), but when we do see one another, we enjoy our company much more so I suppose that is a real bonus after nearly 20 years together. It also means that we both have the whole king size bed to ourselves when we get in from work, and that is bonus number two.  Whilst I am writing this he is gently snoring for England.


I suppose I should go to bed too, so I wish you all a very good and restful night, until the next blog