In November 2012 a blogger I follow on Facebook posted the picture of a cat that was running out of time at a local animal control facility. Interestingly- the blogger was in California, USA and I was in Ontario, Canada. That picture haunted me and I knew I had to do something to help that cat. I knew nothing about him, other then he was a senior male that had been picked up and no one had claimed him. With the help of a local cat rescue, we managed to get him pulled from the facility on the day he was to be euthanized. The vet figured he was around 16 years old. He quickly settled in with my other two male cats and became the king of the house. I named him Miracle Max after the fictional movie character. Every night he would "hunt" his stuffed toys and present them to me in bed. I would often wake up with piles of toys around me in the mornings. He was always near me, and had quirks like snapping his teeth when he was hungry, and trying to steal the food from my plate when I was not looking. He also loved to sit and watch me craft- I called him my supervisor. After a year he became very ill and I almost lost him. I found out he had pancreatic disease- which was easily treated with a diet shift. Another couple of years went by and he began loosing weight. I found out he had hyperthyroidism- which we treated. Soon after this, his health further declined. He passed away in my arms, in his sleep. I feel very privileged to have spent 3 years and 3 months with this beautiful soul.