Someone’s got there very own Maxwell now.

thedailywhat:

Eight Lives Left of the Day: Though it may look like one of those gag arrows from your local novelty store, this one’s no joke.

A three-year-old cat named Max returned home after a two-day walkabout with a surprise for its Santa Cruz owners: An arrow stuck in his head. Luckily the pointed projectile completely missed his brain, and was safely removed at a nearby veterinary hospital.

Despite several leads from canvassing the neighborhood, authorities say they have no shooting suspects as of yet.

[reuters / gawker.]

Arrow to the head beats a bullet to the leg?

(Source: thedailywhat)

Maxwell would get regular baths since he was a 3-legged slob, but he’d never look this damn precious in the water.

afitofvanity:

sh-boom:

pssarahwins:

samanthafarruggia:

bebberboom:

(via heartsgrowingfonder)

Maxwell shares your pain.

fuckyeahkitties:

savethekitties:

Poor Kitty (by Beauty_and_Brutality)

Kitty, you are awfully cute, but you just don’t wear the cone of shame like Maxwell.

fuckyeahcats:

vintage-hippie:

skinnydipp:

cherrysweetpea:

englishviolet:

(via hellandmilk-)

Maxwell?

notthatkindagay:

A three-legged dog beat a three-legged cat to become the new mayor of Divide.

This is not from The Onion.

Maxwell could have had a career in politics!

huffpostcomedy:

Standing Cat stands like a person? Sold.

(via Buzzfeed)

Maxwell could have never done this, which begs the question: Is this cat more bad-ass than Maxwell?

Something to think about.

This a sad weekend for me.  Maxwell died two years ago this weekend.  If he was still around, there’d be cat shit all over my bathroom floor and patches of black hair all over my couch.  But I’d also have the most bad-ass cat purring on my lap…  and then vomiting on my shoe.

RIP, Maxwell.  You were my homey.

Only a bad ass like Maxwell could pull off the cone of shame.

Maxwell was a good cat.  He was with us through elementary school all the way to post college-nearly 18 years.  Throughout his lifetime, he suffered from a heart murmur, cataracts, cancer, hematomas in both ears, and a leg amputation.  Yes, you read that right.  During the first year of his life, he was shot in a drive by.  He still had bullets in him, like a war veteran or something.  Basically, Maxwell was a bad ass-way more bad ass than your cat.