About Max
Hi! My name is Sire Maximus, but everybody calls me Max. Sire, because I was used as a stud cat for a Main Coon breeder in Colorado. I have a goofy, playful personality, love to hang around people, and get along with other cats and dogs. I am not a lap cat; I lie close to my Pets on Broadway family members and supervise their activities, but I respect their space. Clients are amused by my high-pitched, falsetto voice coming from a big-boned body as mine. Like the original Main Coons, I am polydactyl (I have extra toes), which makes my paws look like boxing gloves. Nowadays cat associations automatically disqualify “polys” from competition, so modern breeders avoid this feature, but I think it makes me even more special, don’t you?
I am not only the greeter of the practice, but also one of their success stories.
I was almost three years old when my previous owners brought me to Pets on Broadway. My mouth was a mess. I was diagnosed with feline gingivostomatitis, a big word for severe inflammation of the gums where they touch the teeth, and very painful ulcers in my mouth. I had bad breath, drooled a lot, my gums bled easily, and I had difficulty eating, because it hurt so much. Not a pretty picture, huh? My breeder tried to mask my symptoms by giving me more steroids than a baseball player could dream of. This increased my blood glucose levels and I became a diabetic. My owners were so overwhelmed by my multiple serious conditions, that they were ready to send me to kitty heaven. They were so heartbroken at Pets on Broadway, that after a quick discussion they convinced my owners to relinquish me to the practice and let them try everything in the book to save me.
The only way to cure my stomatitis was by extracting all the teeth in the back of my fangs, and I began to get insulin shots for my diabetes. I was doing fine for about a year and a half. Then one day I felt very sleepy, and later learned that the technicians had found me that morning in what they called a diabetic coma. My blood sugar had dropped to very low levels and I was very weak. When I finally woke up from my “nap” three days later, I had no idea what all the commotion around me was about. I couldn’t see them. I was blind, but I could feel IV fluids rushing through my body. I began to improve drastically, gained my sight back, and slowly became the chubby, happy, healthy cat that greets you the moment you step into Pets on Broadway.
