Baby Huey was lazy in the summer heat but when he wanted to he would attack feet. That's when Luis would put him under his laundry basket and leave it that way for a while. That'll teach him. This is how Baby Huey looks at you when you belt out his name in a high pitched voice. "Baby Huey!" Then other times a queer energy would flow from the cat's muscles, and it would creep around... hunting? Baby Huey, like us all, get's distracted. Baby Huey's electric eye runs on a cord that shares the power strip with the Air Conditioner.