Dizzy Heights

A month ago, Grace was just starting to try and pull herself up to standing. Baggins had to resort to sitting in slightly higher places to escape from Grace, whose idea of stroking the cat is to hit him repeatedly before grabbing a handful of his fur and pulling very tightly. She also squeals when she sees Baggins. Very loudly.

A month later, and Baggins is perched like a gargoyle on top of the dresser. This is because Grace now whizzes round the room like a formula one car and chases Baggins wherever he goes. She is also pulling up to standing with ease and starting to shuffle her feet a bit.

Uh oh, Baggins old Chap. The next step for Grace will be walking. And then? Well then, pity help you!