Here's the Bugster, playing with one of his favorite toys, a motorized mouse. Somebody turns it on, launches it, and it moves idiotically about the floor. Then he "kills" it, eventually leaving it on its side. Then he waits for someone to right it. This typically goes on for quite some time.
Bugsy underwent neutering surgery yesterday, but it hasn't slowed him down a bit. This morning, he was again full of piss and vinegar. Here he is tearing into some Christmassy doo-dad near his grass farm.
He's supposed to wear that Elizabethan collar, but mom is reluctant to put it on her little boy. Actually, he's pretty good about wearing it. He's pretty good about everything. He hasn't been licking or biting the site of his surgery. He's a very polite little man.
This is Bugsy's all-time favorite toy, his bunny-rabbit, a finger puppet. Mom call it Bugsy's "baby." Sometimes, he "kills" it, but then he treats it like a teddy bear. Cats are complicated.
He's a very sweet, well-behaved kitten. Doesn't have a mean bone in his body. My dad says that Bugsy is very "reasonable." He is, I guess, for a cat.
Hide-and-seek with the Bugster. He can play all day.
Bugsy in his new home. Everything's good in Bugsy's life.
THE BUGSY SAGA (on Dissent the Blog):
|A couple weeks ago|
|Took TigerAnn for a walk. She smiled|