
Baxter got some entertainment this past Thursday when it snowed a few inches overnight and through the morning.
Baxter got some entertainment this past Thursday when it snowed a few inches overnight and through the morning.
Baxter really enjoys being in the bathroom with his humans. Every morning, he jumps up on my shoulders while I’m brushing my teeth.
Sometimes, after Aaron showers, Baxter will jump into the still-wet bathtub and roll around or lick at the water droplets.
Funny how every cat is peculiar in their own special way.
Snuggled up with my kitty, enjoying the view of the winter sun on last night’s snow.
Most mornings, I’ll sit in the comfy chair in the family room, my computer on my lap, my snuggly kitty tucked into the perfectly-sized spot to my left. Today, though, I decided to sit on the loveseat and just look out at the snow. Baxter thought that was a fine idea, and decided to join me.
He’ll take just about any opportunity to climb up on my shoulder or lay on my chest, really. Even when I’m at my standing desk. The photo below is from mid-October 2024, when I was walking on my treadmill while working, and he decided to trust-flop from my shoulder down into my arms.
Baxter snuggles aren’t always convenient or well-timed, but I love them just the same.
Baxter’s going to be sad and confused when we take down the Christmas tree later this week. Either that, or he’ll be glad to see his world go back to normal again.
His favorite thing to do during the holidays is to hide behind the tree and launch a surprise attack on whichever unsuspecting family member enters the living room.
Baxter is displeased at the change of seasons. After Connor gets on the bus in the morning, I now spend some time before work in the family room instead of the sunroom, since the sun is barely up and it’s pretty chilly out there. Some days, I open the sliding door just a crack to let Baxter decide for himself that 58F is too cold for sunroom time.
I’ve also been letting him smurgle my super-soft Pusheen hoodie once I log on for work, and that seems to satisfy him well enough.