Max came into our family through a very roundabout way and we are forever thankful to his rescuer. Max is special in many ways. He’s a big cat with distinct features and is so full of love we can’t imagine how he got lost from his past home and we may never know.
The story starts with the friendship between my husband and his hairstylist Leslie. He has been going to Leslie to get his hair cut for at least 15 years and they became good friends over this time. At one of his visits he mentioned to her that we were researching Savannah cats and would love to have one. They also talked about her cats as well because she has quite a few and for quite some time Leslie and her husband have been going a few times a week to feed a feral cat colony behind a big chain store.
One week she noticed a new tabby showed up and shortly after this they went on vacation and a friend was helped out and fed the cats for them. When Leslie returned home and went to feed the cats the new tabby was still here. After a few visits she decided to try and catch him and take him to the vet. He came right up to her and she put him in a cage and off they went. The vet checked him out and told her he is was Savannah cat and about an F4 generation and he had already been fixed. The bad news is the lab work showed he was FIV (Feline Immunodeficiency Virus) positive. She was devastated because she had become very attached to him and as she was walking back to her car she thought of what my husband had told her and call him right away.
Once she said it was a Savannah we told her we wanted to see him and we most likely would adopt him if no one claimed him. We just knew someone was sick with the loss of him because we sure would have been. We were able to go visit him a few days later and he was in a huge cage Leslie’s husband had built. He built these large cages in the garage for any stray cats they were keeping before adopting them out or introducing to their home. Next to that cage was an even bigger cage with a momma cat and her adorable kittens. Both cages are big enough to walk in and move around with several levels of carpeted shelves for the cats & kittens to climb on and hang out. Max was sitting on a shelf in his cage and staring at Leslie. When she went in the cage he talked to her and I could tell he was already attached to her as she was to him. He was so friendly to us, purring, rubbing on us and letting us pet him without any fear, but all the while he kept his eyes on Leslie.
We left there knowing we wanted him. Now we had to wait and see if anyone came forth to claim him. After a few days we called back and let her know we wanted to take him home and asked if anyone came forward but there was only one call and luckily for us it wasn’t a match. We bought everything we needed and went to pick him up. Leslie cried as we were leaving, but was also happy he would go to a home where he could live inside with his people and not in a cage – they didn’t want to put him with all their other cats because of his FIV+ status.
Our house is so blessed with our sweet Max, he loves his people and always wants to be wherever we are. He travels with us in our Sportsmobile and goes camping and keeps watch while we sleep. He loves to go outside but we only allow him to go if he is on a harness and leash which he must have used before because he never balked at it even once.
Max will talk to us, and I mean talk to us. When we come home he runs to the door to greet us and will meow as soon as we come in a room. We will talk back to him just as often and each time we walk out of the room and come right back in he will meow at us as if we were gone a long time. He brings us one of his toys every day! We find them on our bed, by our bed, in my purse, by our shoes and at the couch where my husband sits. He gives me kisses all the time and taps noses with the rest of our family.
I have had many cats throughout my life and none have been as smart and fabulous as Max!