Max and I chatted this afternoon.

And it wasn’t one of our ordinary talks. You know, the ones that start out with my telling him he’s a handsome cat and has wonderfully soft fur, and then he says some rather harsh things regarding my ancestry, throwing in more than one expletive.

No this time he told me I was handsome and that he withdrew his claim that my mother wore army boots. He purred and gave me a gentle head butt. He was an adorable cat. It was a totally amazing experience.

And then it dawned on me. Tom must be slipping something into his water dish. I just need to find out what it is so I can force feed it to Max every day.