Mom begged all weekend for my forgiveness for petting the evil intruder cat. She did wash her hands before petting me or the rest of the kids so I guess she was sort of thinking of us. She said she feels sorry for "Max" - that's the evil intruder's name. He lives across the street. This is the same cat that made my life so miserable when I was living on the streets. Mom says Max is deprived. He doesn't get any lovings or Temptations or warm blankets. He doesn't get tuna, chicken or warm bath water to drink. He has to live outside or maybe in the garage. She says his beans don't give him the attention and love that every cat deserves. Ok, mom is soft hearted and I know she didn't mean to be bad so I forgive her. I still hate Max though.