The Story of Maxie

This is a story a story of heroism. I swear my son and I would probably wouldn’t be alive today if it wasn’t for my cat Maxie. In October, 2000, my husband at the time had left the house to go to work in the early morning hours. He never locked the door behind him and I was upstairs asleep with my son down the hall. I thought I heard a noise downstairs but pegged it off to the neighbors next door. I dosed back off. Then suddenly Maxie jumps on my stomach. Actually it felt as though he jumped onto my dresser and then on to me because it really hurt. No my cat has never done this to me before and I was shocked, until I heard footsteps on the stairs. I know that they weren’t my husbands because Maxie’s ears were back and he was growling! I yelled out “Who’s there!” I got no answer, all I heard was some more slow footsteps up the stairs. I froze in absolute fright. Then I thought of my son, he was in the bedroom at the top of the stairs. I had to get to him before who ever was in my house did! With sheer courage and strength I leaped out of the bed and barreled to the top of the stairs. I was going to cut off the intruder and defend my son at all costs. But unknown to me Maxie had followed me and he reached the stairs before me. He stood there hissing and growling (all teeth and nails lol). When I got to the stairs there before me was a man. I was so scared for a moment, then I took a page from Maxie’s book and I filled with anger and rage. I confronted the man about being in my house (not in so many nice words), and told him to get the F**k out of my house. I don’t really remember what he said. All I remember was backing him down the stairs one by one. All the time never getting too close to him (didn’t want him to be close enough to grab me). And the whole time Maxie was beside me backing him down and eventually out of my house. Before he walked out of the house he said “oh and by the way I took your phone off the hook.” I got the doors slammed and locked behind him. Returned the phone to the hook. By that time he was trying to get back in, I was in tears and trying to look up the number for the cops (lol I looked under C for cops, that is how well my brain was working). I said screw it and dialed 911. Low and behold they didn’t show up because they thought it was a domestic dispute. It took my Dad calling from Dodge to get them to come to my aid. By then it was too late and the man had left the area. But if it wasn’t for my Maxie I would have still been asleep when that man did what ever it is that he was going to do. And if it wasn’t for him hissing and helping me get the man out….well I don’t want to think what could have happened. But I do know that Maxie is my hero. And regardless what he does to me when he is mad, I don’t think I could ever get rid of him.
And that is the story of Maxie!