If Max had his way, he'd spend hours chewing on my shirt. He leaves tiny teeth marks and huge pools of drool. While at it, he makes biscuits with his paws. It puts him in such a state of bliss that I don't have the heart to make him stop, even though it really, really tickles!

I assumed he didn't have a happy kittenhood. Maybe he was separated from his mother too early? Interestingly, Angela's newly adopted kitty has the same fabric fetish. Now I'm wondering if they're reacting to the stress of being all alone in a shelter cage?

By the way, here's Dex's first family photo. Just look at those smiles :)









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