Max was another temporary adoptee, a stray I heard one day meowing outside my window. When I went outside to investigate, he came toddling up for scritches. I fed him a couple of times before finding out that a neighbor had also been taking care of him and had dubbed him Max. She couldn't take him in, however, as she already had two animals, and I said that I might think about it, if he got along with Ali. It didn't go very well, though; after a few weeks of continued hostility, I let Max go again. It broke my heart, but it was that or take him to the SPCA, which I didn't have the heart to do.