Max

Max is our barn cat. He came to us through the Wpg Humane Society Barn Buddies program.

Max

Basically, what happens with the program is any cat that is deemed un-adoptable due to any number of issues, is given a chance to live out their life on a farm, or on a country property. The idea is to give these cats a chance at life, instead of putting them down.

Max, apparently, is not a cuddler, doesn’t care for people, and doesn’t like other cats. The shelter staff estimate his age at 3 years old. He came into the shelter on the 9th of Sept., went out on an adoption trial, came back and then I was called. Last Friday, Hubby picked him up on his way home from work.

Since then, this anti-social cat has turned into a purring, lap-sitting machine. He cries for The Kid, he sings when she enters the garage-that’s where he is, to get used to his new territory-and he rolls and purrs in her lap like crazy. Uh, where’s the cat who doesn’t like to cuddle?

Ah, but, when the geese go over, or the birds fly into the barn, this cat turns hunter! That’s what we need. He can snuggle and purr and coo to The Kid all he likes. As long as he does his job. Hunting mice and pests. I think he’ll work out just fine.

Relaxing with a little fresh catnip.

Relaxing with a little fresh catnip.

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4 thoughts on “Max

  1. Teresa says:

    What a lucky kitty! Just hope you don’t have problems if you get chickens. I had a stray kill a chicken once.

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    • WolfSong says:

      He’s such a sweetie. I could see him easily weaseling his way into the house…if the Stinky Rotten Calico would let him in(which she won’t!)
      I hope he leaves the chickens alone when they get here…there are enough wild birds and mice for him to chase…I hope he doesn’t see chickens as an easier target!

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  2. Toosh says:

    Cats-you just can’t read them! They have their own plan. And he got a great spot with you!

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    • WolfSong says:

      I always wonder about cats’ agendas…I know there’s more going on in their brains than “eat, sleep, poop and play” like dogs. Something a little more, hmmm, I think devious might be the right word. 🙂

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