Well, it took him six months, but Max finally did it. He jumped into the basket while the baby was sleeping in it. Woke him up, of course. Neither of them were upset. Max was quite happy about it, in fact. Max is the kind of cat who inspired the old wives' tale that cats would sit on a baby's chest and suck its breath away. I can see it from the cat's perspective: it has nothing to do with causing any harm, and certainly nothing to do with the occult (if that were the case, it would be Hazel, who is both female and black all over). It's all about Max's love for small spaces and warm things. Plus, Max is very patient and tolerant with Finn--quite a good friend, really. I gave them a few moments, took a few pictures, and removed the wee Katz, who was getting a little too happy about the whole situation.
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