Max That Cat Finds Romance

Max, That Cat, loves to keep up with the stock market.

New chapter about Max = finds romance:

MAX, THAT CAT,

HAS A BIG ROMANCE

GOING

WITH THAT

GLAMOROUS

LADY-CAT

WHO LIVES

THREE DOORS DOWN.

SHE HAS LONG SILKY

BLACK FUR

AND A WINDING FLUFFY

BLACK TAIL

THAT WIGGLES

WHEN SHE STRUTS HER STUFF.

SO MAX, THAT CAT,

FALLS FOR HER

BATTING EYELASHES

AND HER COME-ON

SMILE.

MAX, THAT CAT,

PLAYS IT REAL COOL

AND SIDLES UP TO HER

AND I COULD SWEAR

SHE GIVES HIM THOSE

GOO-GOO EYES

AND SWAYS SLOWLY AWAY.

"OH,MAAAAX,"

SHE SEEMS TO SAY,

"DON'T YOU REALLY CARE

FOR ME , DAHLING?"

MAX, THAT CAT,

WHO HAD BEEN SOMEWHAT ALTERED

BY HIS PEDIATRICIAN

SOMETIME PRIOR TO THIS,

REPLIES

"OH, I DO CARE,

BUT

I CAN'T REMEMBER WHY!!"

"MEOOW, MAX,"

SHE CRIES WISTFULLY,

"CAN YOU IMAGINE

HOW CUTE OUR KITTENS

MIGHT HAVE BEEN?"

"WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN,

MIGHT HAVE BEEN,"

SAYS MAX, THAT CAT,

"BUT,

CAN'T WE STILL BE

JUST FRIENDS,

AND WATCH HOLES

IN THE GROUND

TOGETHER

EVERY NOW AND THEN?"