Mr. Maxwell has also received a clean bill of health from the vet, which means that he was let out of quarantine about a week ago, and has been playfully terrorizing my mom's other cat, Sophie, ever since. The regal Miss Soph could not care less about Maxwell, and is doing her best to ignore his very existence. He, on the other hand, is being very much a little boy and trying very hard to play with her, although it's more like he's playing at her.
I visited my mom and her "kids" a few nights ago, and I couldn't believe how big he'd gotten. He appears to be a Maine Coon, and now that my mom has seen these pictures, she's preparing herself for him to turn into an enormous beast.
He sleeps on her neck every night, and is just the cutest, most playful, loving little man you will ever meet. It breaks my heart that his teeny orange brother/sister didn't make it, but I'm grateful every day that we rescued him and found him the best possible home. I'm also eternally grateful that he went to a home that I can visit on a regular basis, because I can't go too long without kissing DAT FACE and rubbing that so-cute-I-can't-stand-it leopard-print belly.