When I was 15 I moved to Winnipeg from Toronto leaving behind my kitties that had been with my family since I was an infant (they stayed with my mother)so I recieved a gift from my step-grandmother it was a cute little ball of Fuzz 6 weeks old and fit right inside the palm of my hand! Now I had the task of picking a name for this little critter we stopped at the McDonalds Drive-Thru on the way home and I bought a big mac and realised my little ball of fuzz was pretty close to the same size so I started calling him Big Mac and the name stuck but eventually turned into just "Mac" he has been such a good cats likes to sleep with the dogs yet can put them in their place if they push it! and puts up with all the trouble my son gives him.
Mac At six Weeks
Mac At 5 Months
"I'm too Sexy..."
"All Sprawled Out"
"Wanna Rub My Tummy?"
