The continuing exploits of Mr. Finnegan as he conquers the world with his cuteness.

I have a confession to make: I am in love!

She that makes my heart go “pit a pat” is none other than the fluffy ragamuffin of my dreams: Maisy.

I sometimes gaze longingly at her, wishing I could run my fingers through her plentiful locks of shiny fur. So fluffy, so bouncy, so luxuriant!

Gaze into my eyes, my beloved

Sometimes I think that she feels the same as I. Dare I hope it? When I sit alone she will often come to comfort me, waving a paw of invitation, inviting me to play. It is these times that my heart leaps with joy, as I know that she and I share that which is true: love.

To touch the dream

But now it is time to put away childish things, and to rest for a while. Perchance to dream . . . of that bouncing ball of fluff that is my true love, my Maisy.

I have the power of many men, no obstacle shall stop me, I am strong like ox.

Must Destroy!

You think that I will lie on top of this play mat and calmly bat at the hanging animals and coo in meek subservience to your evil scheme? Fie upon your play mat! I will lift it above my head, and slam it against the ground, again and again I will do this laughing maniacally at the carnage and destruction.

I pity you, mere earthlings, for I am Shiva: Destroyer of Worlds!

I have made the most astonishing discovery: hands and feet have fingers and toes attached! As anyone who has ever made my acquaintance surely must know, I am an avid practitioner of the solid foot stomp and the slam fist. These are good wholesome activities that energize the hale and hearty soul. But as of late I have re-examined my hands and feet and found that they are comprised of smaller, more delicate appendages that can be used for more intricate forays into the realms of mischief.

Fingers, say hello to Toes

Using these wonderful new weapons I find that grabbing, crumpling, tearing, and throwing have all become much more effective. When kicking with a foot it is also possible to grab on to the target and pull it closer for additional damage. And when the mayhem ceases, fingers and toes can spend some time together reminiscing about the swath of destruction left in their wake.

Stats for 6 month doctor visit:

Height: 27.5″ (2′ 3.5″) 84%

Weight: 21 lbs 4 oz 95%

Head: 17.52″ 70%

I am no longer above the 99%, except in the realm of cuteness.

Baby in a blanket

It is my firm commitment that I shall move my body forward under my own propulsive power and no longer rely on the kindness of others to carry me from one location to the next. In this endeavor I have embarked upon the journey that is called “crawling” and is on many lists that purport to describe what six month old babies are to be about. I have mastered the first phase of this “crawling” by lifting my hindmost quarters into the air, balancing my bulk on the four pillars of arms and legs outstretched. This much I can do.

Loaded and ready for bear

It is at this stage of the process where things go amiss. I have a great deal of forward propulsion provided by my muscular thighs, which I count among my many valuable assets, and this propulsive force sends my body forward in all good haste. Unfortunately I cannot seem to time this rear-based forward motion with the actions of my forward appendages. It seems most strange to me that I am expected to lift either of my hands at this stage, as surely I will fall if I do so, but just as surely I will fall if I do not! This puzzle confounds me every time.

And he's down

I will not give up on this seemingly hopeless project as I have so many plans for what shall be done once I am free of the shackles of my keepers. There are so many shiny, sharp, pointy, and delicate objects for me to grab, pull, squeeze, and put into my mouth! They beckon to me from every direction.

Even higher on my list of things to do once I am mobile will be to finally give the animals the attention they deserve. The dog and the cats are so fluffy and warm I feel that they are the most in need of some good squeezing, grabbing, pulling, and gnawing. I cannot wait to bring them the good news of my freedom, as I am sure they are as frustrated as I that I cannot now give them the hugs that they are needing.