Hi everybody...Max here. I am just resting with my buddy Dali the grey cat. We are exhausted from all the coming and goings in our home. Foster mom decided to sell her house and move somewhere new. Did she ask us? No she did not! We do not approve of all the commotion and strange things happening to turn our lives upside down.
For a couple of weeks, foster mom and I were leaving the house a lot for something she called "showings." When we returned there was the scent of strangers all over the rooms inside and outside in the yard. I did not even get a chance to bark at them or try to scare them away. Now the house is sold (whatever that means). I think it is putting things in boxes and a lot of things I can not control. I vomited on the kitchen floor this morning, because I am a nervous about how this will affect me. Foster mom says I am going with her to a new house that is all on one floor. That will be nice. I don't like the steps to come upstairs to the bedrooms here. People can be weird. I was really settling in at this home, now off to another. Majestic Max's travels never seem to end. They should have named me gitano or wanderer instead of Max.. I have lived in more than six homes in my 8 years. At least I get to stay with foster mom. She and I have really learned to understand each other. We cuddle and I like it when she sings to me.