Hi, I'm Max.

Well, it's finally that time. Time for me to check out. I had a good run and a far from boring life. It seems that I've got diabetes and cancer and that means the end for me. Thanks for all the love, guys. I'll see you on the flip side.

It is getting mighty warm outside with summer steadily approaching. All this long black fur isn't so nice in the summer months. I'm going to be spending a lot of time in the shade.

Other than that, I'm doing pretty well these days. My cancerous (and mostly nonexistant) ear is looking and feeling fine and I'm in good shape. The girl finally forgave me for the bathing incident and we're back to being best of friends again. I'm keeping up with my demanding schedule of guarding the porch, napping on top of the car, begging for neck scratches, and fending off the orange kitten. I think I might get a few more good years in before I'm done here.

The girl tried to give me a bath yesterday. I made sure to let her know I was not okay with the idea and made my exit shortly after meeting with the tub.

Honestly, do I really smell that bad? I don't think so.

The girl got a plush tuxedo cat for her birthday a few weeks ago. The family thought it resembled me. So the girl sewed down it's left ear to make it look even more like me. The rest of the family thought it humorous when they held it up next to me and said we were twins. I wasn't impressed.

I'm very groggy and whiny now. I've been meowing nonstop for the past few hours because I have to be kept in the small carrier until the medicine wears off.

I got back from the vet today and he said that I do have cancer and there's nothing he can do about it. So now I'm on medicines so I can "buy some time." No one knows for sure how much longer I'll get.

At least I've had an interesting and good kitty life.