It is exhausting living in the same house with cats. They are so weird. One moment they are hissing, the next they try to sit next to me. The gray one and I will occasionally hang out close to each other. The tan one avoids me like the plague. The best thing about the cats are the morsels of food they leave behind in their bowls.
I think it wants to play. So weird.
My first day with the other family was spent by the side of the other mother. I had a good appetite, and ate all my breakfast and dinner. Lots of teenagers came over. Everyone pitched in to take care of me. Clay and Liam took me for a walk. And Kaela gave me a bath! She noticed that I was itchy. I nibbled all day on last night’s chewy.
Hey, she offered a bath, I accepted. I am less itchy now.
I was restless early this morning, and had to rouse the other mother not once, but twice for trips out to the garden. Today I am home with Liam and Owen and the cats.
I’m keeping my distance from that thing!
This is my comfy spot.
I have settled into a routine here. I start the day with a brief visit to the garden to pee. I return upstairs for breakfast. Then I crawl back into bed with the other mother. We relax together. I go for at least one walk each day. Usually two. If it is sunny, we go out to the garden.
I frolic in the grass.
Once a week, I get a bath, which I pretend to hate but secretly kind of enjoy. I accompany the family on visits to the Plevyak house and to get coffee and to visit the library. Sometimes we play fetch with the squeaky ball. I have dinner. I watch TV with the kids and the other mother at night. They stay up too late for my taste.
I am mostly happy!
I am not friends with the cats but we mostly tolerate each other’s presence. I like to chase them. They hiss and make warning scratches at me. Ninety percent of the time, the scratches don’t connect, but occasionally I yelp in surprise and pain. I have not changed my behavior one iota. Nor do I believe I should. Luckily, there is plenty of room for us to coexist.
I don’t know what they’re doing here.
This morning, I was a good dog and stayed patiently in my house with a chewy while the kids went to the dentist. My reward is basking in the sun in the garden! I am enjoying nibbling the grass. Will there be puking in my future?
I am finishing off the last of my chewy. Oh the joy.
Green and tasty!
I really wish Dottie would stop chasing me.
The cats do not understand my exuberance and avoid me. They are no fun.
I remember fondly 2 days ago, when it was hot! I took turns sitting in the sun and resting in the shade.
All toasty in the sunshine!
Everyone went out to the garden to sit in the shade. Here are the cats.
I didn’t chase them, I just sniffed them.
And here is the one who sometimes feeds me and takes me for walks.
Nice enough chap, but I do not recognize his authority.
Oh beautiful sun, where have you gone?
I am getting used to the cats. I still want to run at them and bark at them, but sometimes I just stare at them. They sometimes make funny warning noises but have not attacked me, despite my best efforts to provoke them. Cats are actually kinda boring.
I really want to chase you. Why won’t you run?
Here I am having face time with one of the cats.
Come down and let me sniff your butt!
I would enjoy it more if the other mother would let me chase him.
Every time I come upstairs from the backyard, I stop right here. And pause. And whine. The other mother senses my actions are meaningful, but she does not yet divine my intent. I am patient. I can wait.
The mystery spot!
I smell them everywhere. I see them occasionally. I tend to bark at them from across closed doors. I do not understand why the other mother does not get rid of them.