Max is a pet me till...ever. lol. To the point he drives you INSANE. I cook dinner with him rubbing on me. I walk, he is all over me. I step out on the balcony and he becomes convinced that if he keeps it up, he can swim
through glass. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM. I am on the laptop, he knocks things (big things) off the table...while looking at us. He TELLS you he is being bad by coming over and knocking over the spray bottle!
But, he also sits on command, and stands. And likes to do Sit Pretty (one paw held up while sitting). He will do that to ask for a treat...
And he is the fluffiest snuggliest little ........ He was actually an oops, he was at the cat shelter (no kill, at least there was that, and like 900 cats). She insisted he was 6 months old, he was fixed. Guess what, the vet I took him to said he was fixed, but more like 3 MONTHS AHHHHHHH old.
Well, there you have it, how I accidentally got a Maine .....