I have spent the last couple of afternoons in my sewing room working on a quilt. Today Max joined me, he usually stays in the great room and takes on the job of the great protector. He let's me know if the city workers are checking the pumping station, or if the neighbor's kids are out playing. Today was different, the sun was shining and the window in my sewing room faces south. Of course I had to get his bed so he would be comfy. He curled up and slept for two hours. If I didn't know better, I sometimes think that I own a cat. He has been sitting on top of the arm of Tom's chair when Tom is in it. He plays with toys batting them back and forth and throwing them in the air, sitting in high places, and curling up in the sun. So sometimes we wonder if we own a dog because when he isn't acting like a cat he thinks he is human.