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Connor likes to call Baxter a “goober” while he’s playfully assaulting the cat. Baxter just takes it all in stride.

This is what I found when I came to fetch the next load of laundry to wash. Luckily, he wasn’t a bit bothered when I transferred him ever-so-gently from his bed of dirty laundry to a much more snuggly pile of fresh, warm, clean laundry.

Before adopting Baxter, I’d never had a cat that would clamber up onto my shoulders. Come to think of it, none of my cats were really into being held or snuggled in general. Some were more of lap cats than others, and some were more tree-dwellers than bush-dwellers for sure, but Baxter is the first to combine his love of heights with his love of snuggles.

I had a kitty on my lap. Sorry not sorry.