Here’s my Maxwell. He was a stray I found behind the door of my apartment building, crying in the middle of a thunderstorm. He invited himself to live with me and has been my boy ever since. He’s named after Maxwell Demon in the movie Velvet Goldmine (and he quiets down on car rides to the vet when I play the movie soundtrack, go fig). He refuses to sit on my lap, but he strikes a curled up "cute" pose whenever he sees me because he loves petting/cuddling.
I think he’s a top, but not a very confident one around other tops. He’s certainly most confident when he’s the dominant kitty in any situation. He likes to play as long as he’s winning, but the female cats boss him around and he runs if he realizes he’s out-topped.
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