When it comes to strangers (cats or people), Maxine is a doll. She’s the perfect baby mix of coy and charming. With an extra dose of adorable to leave ‘em wanting more.

With strangers.

With that, she’s making friends all over this town. Including this neighborhood cat. Who she was actually (kinda) gentle with. Oh, I couldn’t tell you how often I repeat/urge/plead “gentle, gentle” with our own cats.

Now, she’s still chock full of sugar and spice and everything she got from my side most of the non-stranger times. But, with our family cats she’s been called “Terroristo el gato”.

And then there’s this…

The other day Maxine was diaper-free. Airing out the bits for a bit. She was playing in a closet. Opening and closing the door, playing peek-a-boo. I exited the room for a moment. She fell quiet. I called out, “Maxiney, what are you up to?”

Three guesses what she was up to in the closet without a diaper.

No big deal. In fact, I take it as a promise of bowel control in the months to come.

I pulled her from the confines of the poop closet to clean it up. She was M.A.D. Super mad. Trying to get back to the closet in mad fashion. I actually wondered, is she offended that I’m removing it? As soon as the coast was clear, she re-entered, shut the door, and finished.

Just making friends and pooping in closets. Taking her radness to the max.