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Dear Max had an interesting entrance in to my life in 1980. I had just moved into a complex of Bungalows near the old Goldwyn Studios in Hollywood and my neighbor David Gallegley was performing in a play at The Matrix Theater on Melrose. One cold January night when David arrived back at Ten Bungalows he heard a noise under the hood of his old Buick Special and opened it to find a terrified cat clinging to an engine part covered with dirt and oil. He rescued the traumatized animal and named her Max and when he shortly thereafter moved to New York City I inherited the somewhat claustraphobic feline.  I considered her mine and fed and cared for her but this independant spirit would only "visit" inside and would go nuts if anyone ever closed the door. As the years went by, Max became a permenant fixture at Ten Bungalows (she slept in a jasmine tree) and would drop in and visit any resident willing to leave their door open for her to exit when the spirit moved her. She would drop by any Bungalow that had a party in progress. Max loved parties. But heaven help you if you closed the door with Miss Max inside.  It will be hell in Kitty Heaven if they ever close their doors for that is where this sweet angel is prowling these days.

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