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After we lost Tori, Squeaker and Mudgie finally bonded. My husband, Les, said we weren't getting any more cats until we could afford a Ragdoll. Well, that changed in May, 1996, when a co-worker of his got a kitten for his wife, and then found out she was allergic to it. We were his last hope in finding it a home, so with cat taxi in hand, we went and picked up this little black and white package of energy.
Baby was about 2 months old, had a big head, little body, and she ran everywhere! Even though Mudgie and Squeaker were 3 1/2 years old by then, it didn't stop Baby from harassing and jumping on them. They didn't like her then, and they don't particularly care for her now. In the time we've had her, Baby has grown to be a 13 pound moose kitty. She still attacks the older cats, Squeaker of which doesn't put up with her at all, but poor lovergirl, Mudgie, just hunches down and cries out. That's when Baby gets blasted with the water bottle.
Baby's favorite toys are a little furry weasel thing and 2 little baby Furrsons, which most of the time are under the stove. She'll also knock any ball or milk lid around the kitchen like she's playing hockey or soccer. Her favorite napping places are on some boxes covered with a blanket in the bathroom, or on the printer stand in front of a window next to the computer.
Baby usually doesn't come to sleep with us at night, but in the morning, when she thinks it's time for us to be awake, she walks all around and over us til one of us wakes up to love her. Then she lays down between us and gives herself and whichever arm is closer to her a bath.
The only nickname we have for her is Butthead, earned by being mean to the other 2 cats, and for just being plain crazy sometimes. Her greatest achievement is winning "Most Scratchable Belly" in Roscoe's Most Photogenic Feline Contest.
