Maxi.
(Pictures from Crooked Acres.)
In the pink bed on Fred’s desk.
::bloop::
Out glaring in her field.
Places to GO, things to DO, and grumpy about it.
::harrumph::
She spent a LOT of time at the base of that tree.
I continue to be amazed at how well Maxi is dealing with this whole moving thing. She’ll occasionally wander out to the screened porch, but for the most part, she spends most of her time sacked out on the couch (on the heated blanket), near Alice. She did try hanging out on the self-heating bed in my room for a few days, but apparently it was lacking, and so back to the couch she went. In the evening, when we watch TV, she climbs into Fred’s lap and ignores Khal, who’s usually there first. She’s like a whole new cat! She must be mellowing out in her old age (she’s about 14 – she’s the only cat I don’t have at least a month/year estimated date of birth for, just a year.)
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Speaking of Maxi… I actually have a video of her PLAYING with Frankie. Okay, they’d probably deny that they were playing together, but note that he DOES bat the toy to her, and she bats it back!
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“Tryin’ to sleep here, lady.”
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Previously
2017: Newt – who I suggested “might” become an inside cat 10 years ago – spends 99% of his time snoozing in one of the cat beds on my desk these days.
2016: No entry.
2015: It’s a smug smug smug smug smug smug life.
2014: By the time he gathered himself for a retaliation, Tricki was over it.
2013: Baleful (Baby) Beans, purring up a storm.
2012: The vacuum’s put away, so it’s safe.
2011: “There appears to be a Cindy FAR too close to me!”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Even though I never did look ratty, and I hate her.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.