Little Maxy

Big limbs! You can see how he’s going to be a big boy in this photo.

We’ve got a collar on him already.

I’ve glaucoma.

Looking towards to door at Mia.

Mia. Very pissed off.

Who dat?

We picked up Little Maxy from the breeders yesterday, he hid in the corner of his room, under the pong table for a long time, but Christina eventually got him to hop into the Fuzzyard fuzzy bed and he was kneading and purring away by the end of the night. This morning we found that he’d eaten a lot of his food and he’d done lots of poo too (he’s already well toilet trained of-course).

MIa’s pretty scared of him, which is a bit of a surprise to us as she’s damn tough with the visiting neighborhood cats through the glass (haha). She’s acting very grumpy but we’re sure they’ll both get along eventually.