Max Kills And Eats Easter Bunny
"Nom," says Max.
"Nom," says Max.
In a startling development, Max appears to have tracked, killed, and eaten world-famous psychedelic fairy tale celebrity The Easter Bunny. Mr. The Bunny was busy making his rounds for Easter when he disappeared sometime in the early morning of Easter Sunday. Max "must have jumped him in the middle of the night," said local Maxpert Bug the Cat. Mr. The Bunny has not been heard from since.
The dye is actually a medication for a case of thrush. Let me tell you, that is not something you want if you can help it. Max has recently had a minor return of the thrush, but now seems to be kicking it, and currently has yet another cold, and still somehow he remains happy most of the time and gets funnier and better and bigger every single day. He started singing with me yesterday, stopping when I stopped and starting back up after me. He yells and squawks and grunts and likes to pet the cat (she barely tolerates it). He tries to crawl and tries to say things and sits in his exersaucer thing, rapt with its mirrors and spinning rattles. He can grab stuff reliably and puts everything in his mouth. Spring is happening and we're overdue for some picture updates.
After Easter we met with these characters, Max's cousins Izzi and Xavier:
That was a fun day. And then this last weekend Garn, Max and I went for our first bike ride together, with Max in his bike trailer.
He is very quiet and attentive in it, and only squawks if we stop too long.
And finally before I go to sleep a shot just to show how he looks these days, these amazing days.
Love,
Us
