This morning Kevin summoned me to the window to prove once and for all that Baxter is indeed still alive and kicking. Actually, he was snooping around in my violas for some mysterious reason.
When I went to give him some sugar he ran away (or rather, hobbled hastily away), which kinda hurt my feelings. But I guess it has been several months, and he is 92 years old, so he probably has no idea who I am. And I guess maybe he mistook my ecstatic enthusiasm for something more threatening as I charged at him brandishing my digital camera.
Some things don’t change, I’m happy to say; I was able to lure Baxter back to the edge of our yard with a handful of food. He still wouldn’t let me pet him; he either has arthritis that makes petting painful or it will take some time for him to trust the Crazy Lady again.
This portrait of favorite curmudgeon is also the inaugural post in a new category: Rib Eye.
Starting today, I’ll be taking and posting one photo a day for a year. Never fear, lords and ladies of letters; I won’t abandon you. I’ll still be writing my usual pithy posts, just augmenting them with visuals. Rib Eye is a year in snapshots, Uppity close and personal.
Photo: Baxter, 05/23/07 7:30 am, Uppityville WA
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Wow! Baxter looks pissed! I’m sure it’s just kitty senility, he’ll be loving you again in no time.
Will you be posting your daily photos on here?
Actually Amy, Baxter always looks like that – I think it’s that he’s kinda getting a lazy eye.
Yes, I’ll be posting my daily photos here, so ya’ll come back now!