Fractious is my six-toed baby that was abandoned by his mom when he was three weeks old. Nobody thought he'd live, but with six toes and a name like Fractious, you pretty much are guaranteed to be a fighter and come out okay. He's now healthy and a menace to his older kitty brother, Hank.
Drinking water out of the bathroom faucet and getting in the middle of whatever I'd doing. I'm pretty sure he's going to be a quilter like me. He spends as much time at the sewing machine as I do.
Whatever I'm eating.
Snuggling with his brother, eating, and playing with his catnip toys.