Max Has a Mission

The first time you meet Max you might think he resembles a wrestler, cat style, and the sound of his voice would surely make tall buildings tremble.

Not so. He has a Mike Tyson kind of voice--soft and lispy. It wouldn't scare a hummingbird pausing for a nap.

Max has taken to spending his waking hours, and sleeping, come to think of it, perched on the kitchen garbage pail, waiting for action at the small feeder hanging from the eaves.

Today a mourning dove came to check it out and Max practically swooned with delight, making that funny croaking sound cats make when they see birds. In Max's case, it was a tiny little sobby sound.

As soon as I can inflict enough guilt on my nearby son, I'll have hin make me a simple feeder for the back yard and then Max can sit at the back family room window and hyperventilate with joy.