Breakfast with the Ladies

This cat eyeballs me.

 

Our Spoiled Pets

Mostly, Jack rules the house and the cat lives with Elaine. 

My dog is as big as my husband. 

Then from time-to-time Jack sleeps in, and the cat creeps out on a Saturday morning. 

Particularly if she is in search of Elaine. 

Then she requires a hug and some donuts. 

Yes, the cat was able to beg donut bits out of the girl. 

And, for a time, she rules the house.

Covid Animals

As the weather warms and the dog lays out in the sun, the cat finds more house to herself. 

And other than getting new accessories from bored girls, the dog is completely unaffected. 

The Backpack Bubble

Poor cat didn't even want toast after she was shoved in the bubble to join us for a movie. 

I don't blame her.

The Cat Gets Comfortable

Not long after the dog departed for North  Carolina, the cat started coming around.  Not long after that, she assumed the pet position.

Reminiscent of Jack, and a nod to him, I think.

The Cat Escapes

 

I dropped the children at school during one of the last days of the year, and I returned to discover the back door had been left open.  The cat had seized her moment and escaped.  I spent the whole day while they were in school searching with no results (putting in about 10 miles that day), calling the chip tracking people with negative results (discovering the chip had never been activated by the adoption agency), and welcoming Patric home for Memorial weekend with a strategy talk on how to tell Elaine. Elaine cried for a minute, then got up and decided to search.  She took a walk around the block, walked in the house, and announced she had found the cat. She was hidden under the stairs to the back door.  The cat had gone all of 1 foot that day.  After failing to be coaxed out, Patric had to rip a stair out to get to her.

 

And all was well with the world.

 

The dog.  We welcome his ventures outside, particularly in the new house where there is space to chase the birds and any car driving by on the other side of the fence.

Freedom

And it took the cat about zero hours to become used to the dog being gone.

 

And to have her own disdain for the neighbor kids, taking over Jack's job perhaps not as vocally, but with equal emotion.

Tactical

Complain from upstairs that no one is there paying attention to her.

Stare me down with devil eyes when I show up.

Turn and walk away.

 

Complain from upstairs that no one is there paying attention to her....

 

It's a complicated relationship.

The Cat

That she stopped to let me take a picture without darting under a bed, is progress.  She seems to be allowing herself to accept that she lives with us.

 

Which is a good thing.

Because the girls bought her a sweatshirt that says she is the real boss.

 

And she has a great disgusted face.

She fits right in, from my point of view.

Unlikely Friends

The cat shows up in his room sometimes, at 3 in the morning to bat his face and ask for food.  And he says he hates it, but we kind of know that he loves it.

 

And in the new house, there is a little more room for the cat to move about between within the West Wing of the house.  The dog waits patiently for his turn to make friends.  The cat is not ready for that.

 

The Upstairs Hallway

Yes, it is a very interesting place for the dog these days, right outside of Elaine's door, face down staring at the cat through the crack.

 

Interesting to me too.  That table is from the basement.  Not a single person who lives here would claim to know why or how it came to be sitting in the upstairs hallway.

Way Back 2017: Midnight

That happened.

Introducing her to the dog has been slow.