So, poor Maxie had to go to the dr today. Which meant he got to come to work with me, and spend 5 hours in a cage. :( Sweet Cash was so concerned when I bundled him up and put him in the crate. Max, of course, was less than enthused. Prompting the Dr and the Tech to hold me in very high regard that I apparently have managed to tame this beast! Oh yeah, he was a dick. Attacked them both...and then me when I finally came in to try and wrangle him. Thankfully they were both impressed with my hidden talent of cat restraints, and I think I've earned back some respect after such stupid questions as "Where does the stamp go on a post card?".