Welcome Home, Indy!

Baby was finally named...Indy, because he is my first real sign of independence. Aunt Janet and Uncle Bob brought him over when they came to see my new apartment (post is coming about the place, I swear!). Indy seemed to settle in decently enough...he loved his toys and adored my ugly couch, but was terrified of his litter. He has been here for two weeks now and finally seems to be getting the hang of it. I can't tell you how glad I am that I no longer have to clean up his little "presents" from under my furniture. I am madly in love with him and I am soooooo happy here with my baby. He is deep in the midst of the kitten version of the terrible twos...biting everything, clawing, running around and getting into stuff he shouldn't.


He loves to chew on my hands....

And stalk/hide....

And have his ears rubbed....



And lounge...



And snooze....

And last, but not least, be naughty. He knows he isn't supposed to be in that bowl, but he thinks I can't see him.

Oh, how I love my Indy.