Meet Baxter, the newest member of my flock of cats. (even though he is technically J's) This is his shelter picture, I'll take more soon, I'm sure.
Baxter reminds me a lot of Timber when I first got him. Super playful and energenic, very affectionate, very sweet. (Timber is still affectinate and sweet, the best cat I've ever known and I'm in love him 4ever) He's a kitten, only 5 months old, and is driving Timber crazy. But hey, what goes around comes around. Lucky is a total bitch to him, he just wants to play, she hisses a lot and tries to smack him with her clawless paws. But I did catch them playing a few minutes ago. She's coming around. Both Lucky and Baxter slept in bed all day with us. Timber was no where to be found, I think he slept in my room under the covers alone, finally away from the crazy kittens.
Baxter is currently passed out lying across my left arm, I can barely type. He's done terrorizing the house for now I guess. He is way too cute, just so you know.
If you are a long time reader of my blog, and care at all about my cat rantings, you will remember Crusher,


the big fat cat that didn't like to share his litterbox and who I was told had diabetes. Well, he is now living with my parents, he's lost weight and is no longer diabetic. All it took was switching to wet cat food and not feeding him constantly. Imagine that. So yeah, he is happy and healthy and has his own litterbox and I didn't want anyone to think I abandoned him in a ditch on a cold rainy night or anything.