Category Archives: The Baxter Files

TGI Caturday

I’m not feeling so swell today but I dredged up the strength to smile at this orange cutie. Reminds me of Baxter. *sniff*

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Where Baxter *really* went

This made me spit a mouthful of herbal tea all over my keyboard. Glad I was at work on my Dell and not at home on my beloved Mac.  

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Eulogy

This morning from my kitchen window, I beheld Mrs. Next Door Neighbor standing outside beside Richard the Beagle‘s chain-link fence. She was petting Richard with one hand while holding something resembling a small furry ball in the other. A small … Continue reading

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Baxter Update

I saw Baxter yesterday – only the second time this summer. He was standing in his driveway, staring at the side of the neighbor’s house. I walked slowly toward him, calling his name over and over. He didn’t move a … Continue reading

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“Woman! Woman! Your cat!”

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 … Continue reading

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