It’s no secret: I’m a crazy cat lady. It’s hard not to be when Max makes it so easy to love him. He follows me everywhere, chirping when he can’t find me or doesn’t know where I am. He doesn’t mind the long, late hours I spend in front of the computer — he will either come and sit in my lap or sit in his cat tree house and patiently wait until I’m finished. He’s both a child and a buddy, and we are pretty obsessed with this fuzzy ball of personality.
Many people like to tell us we are substituting Max for some secret desire to have kids.
I just think we are really crazy cat people.