Wordless Wednesday: Maverick Edition

Well ok it won't technically be wordless (c'mon, when have you ever known me to keep my mouth shut for more than a minute?)

I have a little photo montage of my kitten, Maverick. He is approximately five months old (we don't know for sure it's just a guess).

Here is where I originally found him.

Yep, that's right! In our flower box (notice it is void of flowers). He's the little one staring at me. After I snapped that photo I then proceeded to chase him and nab him between our fence and house. He was not a happy little kitty.

He was quite perturbed at suddenly being in a house but quickly got used to the idea of having good food and a litter box and people who won't leave him alone.

He's actually quite spoiled. So spoiled, in fact, that he feels he needs to sleep across the whole dog bed. This was taken last month.


Fast foward to this month. Not only is he incredibly used to our house, he even demands our attention by climbing in our laps and meowing really loudly. He's also the one who pounces on our feet in the middle of the night.

And, finally, here he is today.


Healthy, happy and dragging my table cloth (see behind him) off of my kitchen table.