When garden cats attack

Somehow this cat cannot keep away from the baby.  We come home, both cats are sleeping in the cosleeper.  We walk into the baby's room two minutes later, Garden Cat is sleeping in the crib.  We walk downstairs, Garden Cat is waiting for us on the couch, ready to jump onto the baby's head.  It's not that the Garden Cat has suddenly realized her heart is two sizes too small; she hasn't.  It's apparently just something about the babycakes that transforms the Garden Cat into an approximation of a loving animal.

Caught in the act, Garden Cat!

So fine, that might be Pete.  They're both jerks.

That would be the baby crowded into the very corner of the crib.  Nice job, jerk cat.