Eye witness reports have told me personally that a warrior cry rang throughout the cul-de-sac accompanied by the blistering winds of feline dominance: “Who’s the Pussy Now!? Bitch!!” – Max the Cat
Look at that fucker. Those eyes rock me to my core. The fake ass coyotes tried to run up and Max don’t play that shit. He said get gone with your crusty asses. I’m not a cat guy by any means but if I heard a rustling on my front porch, opened the door and saw this savage standing their asserting his dominance. I would crumble like feta. I’d instantly apply for the proper paperwork to make Max the Head of My Household. He’d instantly become my primary benefactor (Sorry Bubba). Sometimes you have to bow down to true heroism. I’m prideful but I’m not stupid.