She just happened to be with us for the weekend, not because Baxter needed any babysitting.
My furry feline friend decided to get in some late night exercise and frolicked from couch to chair and even ran with lightning speed up and down the stairs all while we were trying to watch a good movie on Netflix.
He screeched and yelped and made so much noise I thought only a bigger animal could possibly be trapped in our home instead of Baxter.
He made one last leap across my tired and sore body only to make a stab at biting me before landing deftly on the wood floor next to me. Ouch!
My feline friend is such a comfort. Not. He's a spoiled little toddler cat who was probably none to happy to have been left alone with.....the MOTHER-IN-LAW!
He was probably very annoyed at me and took this opportunity to let me know it. Gee, thanks Baxter.
My dad got quite a kick out of this strange, but sometimes loveable creature. Of course, he wasn't the one with a bit of blood on his wrist.
