Baxter

Pigs are flying. Or swine flu came to town. Something like that. I now own a cat.

He is an adorable, 8 week old kitten. He cries a lot. He can't resist a laser light (I like making it dissapear under a door and watch him hunker down to wait for it to come back out to play.) I have trouble walking through the appartment because he feels he needs to keep up with me. When I load the dishwasher, he helps by climbing in. When i open the cabinet he needs to inspect it for treats. He likes following the curser as I type on the TV and pounces on my phone when I text. He is currently munching a tortilla my husband tossed him, or rather gagging on it. (don't turn me in to PETA, he's fine). Life is good.