MEET THE CREW
Three cats. Three very different personalities. One wild Miami household.
MAXIMUS
a.k.a. MAX · THE BOSS
Seventeen pounds of pure Maine Coon magnificence. When you entered a room with Maximus, you knew. Not because he demanded attention — because he simply was the room. Calm, commanding, and undeniably large, Max was the gravitational center of everything.
His origin story reads like a legend: rescued from Mississippi floodwaters, this gentle giant somehow found his way to a Miami household where he would spend years presiding over Arthur and Maurice like a benevolent king who'd seen everything and was no longer surprised by any of it.
He set the tone. He was the heartbeat. When Max walked into a spot, it became his spot. When Max settled in, it meant the world was okay.
In April 2026, after 17 years of a life extraordinarily well-lived, Max crossed the rainbow bridge. He left behind his paw print, his legacy, and two little brothers who will never stop being shaped by him.
MAX IN FRAMES
ARTHUR
THE GENTLEMAN · THE JUDGE
Arthur didn't ask to be found. He was born in a front yard planter bed during a South Florida downpour — four kittens, rising water, and nowhere to go. Someone came out in the rain, dried them off, and built them a shelter. For two months they lived outside while homes were found for his siblings one by one. When the last one left, Arthur came inside. He didn't ask for that either. He just walked in like it was always the plan.
Arthur is the kind of cat who stares at you like he's calculating exactly how much you've disappointed him today. He doesn't knock things over — he rearranges them according to his superior aesthetic sensibilities. He judges. He poses. He wins.
What looks like aloofness is actually something deeper: Arthur is loyal in his own British-gentleman way. He chooses who gets his warmth, and if you're chosen, you know it. A slow blink from Arthur is worth more than most people's standing ovations.
ARTHUR IN FRAMES
MAURICE
THE CHAOS AGENT · THE LOVER
Maurice doesn't walk into a room — he erupts into it. Spotted tabby, zero chill, absolutely maximum heart. He arrived like he was late for something important and hasn't stopped moving since.
He's the hormone monster of the 305. He knocks things over. He sprints at 3am for reasons that will never be explained. He sits on your laptop during the most critical moment of your workday. He is, objectively, a lot.
But here's what the chaos doesn't tell you: Maurice is also the one who shows up when you're sad. He headbutts with intention. He purrs like a motor that's been running since birth. Under all that chaotic energy is a cat who loves hard and loud and without apology.
The chaos is real. So is the heart. That's Maurice.
MAURICE IN FRAMES
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