Max was a gift to me from my oldest granddaughter. Even though I had two pedigreed Persians already she felt I needed this one. Max was of the cuddliest of the three. He slept on the corner of the bed and would sneak up and cuddle close in the morning when it was time to eat. Comical he was, if the ceiling fan was on, he would jump on to the table below and stare at it while it went around. Then all of a sudden he would stand on his back legs and stretch as tall as he could to try and catch the fan. A clown for sure. Miss him a lot.