
By way of thanks for the birthday wishes, I've located a picture of Max and his brothers when they were kittens (from left, Jason. Jeffrey and Max) from the family archives.
If they were any sweeter, they would be on the front of a chocolate box.
If Shakespeare was alive today, I can't imagine what he'd say.


Seven years ago on September 19, Max the Duster, King of Darlinghurst, was born in the bottom of a wardrobe to Elvis, a teen mother.
He has gone on to rule the kingdom.
He looks forward to graduating to long pants now he's big. No doubt he will enjoy the birthday singing too.