Interview With A Pest
By Max Thompson
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About this ebook
After years of complaining about him in his popular blog, The Psychokitty Speaks Out, Max felt it was time to let the world hear from his main source of aggravation: Buddah Pest. During the summer of 2019, these two cool kitties sat down for a conversation about how their lives together came to be, why Max finds Buddah annoying, and Buddah finally gets a chance to have his say.
Part conversation, part Advice on Writing, part peace treaty, this is the book Max's fans has asked for: an interview with the Pest. Buddah Pest, King of the run-on sentence.
Max Thompson
Max Thompson is a writer living in Northern California with The Woman, The Man, and Buddah Pest. He’s also a Feline Life Coach for Mousebreath Magazine, and writes the hugely popular blog The Psychokitty Speaks Out. He’s 14 pounds of sleek black and white feline glory, and his favorite snacks are real live fresh dead steak, shrimp, and lots of cheese. He also appreciates that you’ve read this far, and would give you a cookie if he could.
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Interview With A Pest - Max Thompson
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BEFORE WE GET TO TALKING...
Along time ago in an apartment not so far away, after having been forced to endure the M-word as many times as were the number of years I’d been alive, my world came crashing down in the form of a walking, squeaky, little black puff of fur called Buddah Pest. Now, no one consulted me about his acquisition; one day I was enjoying my solitary life with a long hallway that suited my solitary galloping needs, three really big bedrooms in which I could take naps and go on nip trips, and I could leave my food on the plate to save for later, because no one currently in residence would molest it. The next day...Buddah.
Now, I did not know on that day exactly what was waiting for me behind closed door #1. I only knew that it smelled funny, squeaked, and had tiny sharp claws that reached under the door and stole my favorite red nip toy. There were no immediate introductions, not even after I had deduced that something was up and requested the door be opened so that I could see what lurked behind. Because they wanted to be careful, the people determined there should be a waiting period of a week or more, because whatever that thing was, it came with cooties.
They were incredibly careful about washing their hands after visiting that tiny-clawed furry thing, scrubbing up to their elbows, not touching me or any of my things after handling it. Sometimes, clothing was changed. Whatever it had, they did not want to expose me, but when it was symptom-free, they determined that it was time. We would finally meet.
Into the room went a tiny cage, and I waited in the living room, filled with anticipation and curiosity. They all seemed terribly excited for me to meet the creature with the tiny sharp claws, and to be honest, I was also a bit excited. I had no idea what it could be, other than it was not likely to be edible because, while it was real, live and fresh, it was not dead, and I only consumed real live fresh dead meats.
A few minutes later, out came the cage, and quivering in its center was a black fluff that resembled the darker shade of things which accumulated under the bed. It squealed in an absurdly high pitch, and as I inched closer it occurred to me that I could sneeze out a bigger ball of fur than this little thing. I was careful, because regardless of size, this thing might be capable of immense horrors, and I believe in being wary and prepared. But what I saw before me was so small, so fragile, that any fear I felt melted away, and I got close, sniffing.
This was not so bad.
His name, I came to learn, was Buddah—and yes, the name is intentionally misspelled—and he was presented as if his residence was something to celebrate. And in the moment, I thought it was a nifty idea. He’d been in a kill shelter, rescued by the SPCA, and then adopted as a graduation gift for the Younger Human.
This was a brand-new kitten with no preconceived notions about life and how his would go. This was possibility. I could mold him into a shiny black image of me, he would do my bidding, and over time I would teach him the ways of the world.
But then I sneezed, and everything changed.
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If you’ve followed my blog and other books, you know what happened: I got sick, so very sick, so sick that there was genuine concern that I would not live to see my 4 th birthday, which was just a few weeks away. And while I was busy trying to not die, Buddah was busy growing and had no one to teach him how to be a cat. Without that foundation, he went a little bit nuts, and combined with the typical kitten frenzy, I often heard a person sigh, What are we going to do about Buddah?
I was too sick to voice my opinion: send him back. I wasn’t eating, barely drinking, I moved like a 90-year-old man after losing the rodeo bull riding competition, and he was full of energy and play—and had decided I was a fine toy to abuse. He attacked, he bit, he tried to ride me down the hall like a pony. He had no concept of Big Kitty vs. Little Kitty, and I had nothing left in reserve to knock him over and pin him down, like a good older kitty would. He needed structure and a leader, and I couldn’t provide that for him.
He’d been taken from his mother far too soon, and truly did not know how to cat.
If I hadn’t gotten sick, and stayed sick for so long, I could have taught him.
Long story short, he never learned and has always been a few sandwiches short of a full picnic. He never learned respect, not for me, not for the people, and went about life as if we were all playthings and scratching posts. He bit, clawed, screamed, jumped on me, and regularly attacked the Woman.
He once sank his teeth into her arm, from pointy tip to his gross little gums.
But they let him stay.
The Woman learned to not react when his teeth went deep into her arm; instead, she held him tight and close, like a football, and waited until he let go. He was never sorry about what he did, mostly because he had zero concept that he was hurting anyone. He reacted to