What you need to know about Max is that he doesn't make much sound. His meow is pathetically faint and if you don't see his mouth move, you might think the floor squeaked.
There wasn't a sound when I tightly fastened, then lugged the heavy bag of Christmas debris down the hall on its way out to the curbside garbage.
As I got into my coat the bag rustled. I thought of mice. I have that kind of mind.
You might be fooled by the look but I think he's glad I rescued him.
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