Yesterday things were pretty busy around here and my favorite feline Baxter was full of high energy. Some days are like that with cats. Not sure why, that's just the way it is.
Well yesterday my beloved and endearing cat was in high energy mode. He has a small giraffe stuffed animal toy that I bought for him when he was a sickly little fluff of fur which I now find in places all around the house, and yesterday my cat was in the mood for activity and pounced on it and then tossed it around the living room attacking it and chewing it with much angst.
I couldn't help laugh at his ferocious play time, and was glad it wasn't me he decided to chew on this day.
He soon grew tired of this animal who wouldn't fight back and decided it was time to turn to flesh and bone.
Yikes! I guess that means me!!!!!!
Walking past me he lunged at my ankles and gave me a quick nip. Nothing harsh - just enough to let me know he wanted to play and I just wasn't cooperating.
But I have learned not to give in to these kinds of pleas. So I ignored the little bugger. Aren't you proud of me? I'm usually one to cave in, but I'm learning!
When he couldn't (and I wouldn't!) get what he wanted, he began to cry. Long pitiful cries that almost sounded like he was calling me Mommy!!!!
Then being the oh-so-smart and never-give-up kind of cat that he is, he tore off his collar in one last attempt to get my attention.
And then he sat there all wide-eyed and docile hoping I would notice his final pitiful plea and give in.
Which I did. Now don't be harsh with me. I said I was learning. But who could resist this adorable, crafty feline?????
This blog is the story of my funny feline friend Baxter and his antics.
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