Yes, I’m a dog. Not just a dog, but a Scottish Terrier who has been forced to live in a house full of cats!
Any self-respecting member of my noble breed would just as soon chase these hairy creatures to the end of the street, over a fence and beyond, but I must admit I have grown quite fond of them myself. I’m sure my mother would be mortified if she knew.
The number of cats I live with varies, depending on whether or not it is kitten season. Since my human volunteers for Catalyst for Cats, there are often whole litters of kittens in the house.
During the rest of the year, I live with five resident felines: Spencer, Barney, Nemo, Tweety and the newest, a little blind kitten name Amelia. Occasionally I may let them “speak” on this blog, but only if what they have to say is really important.
Getting back to kitten season, my human seems to think that I have a special talent when it comes to socializing the usually motherless little things. I must admit, I do find it a lot of fun chasing them up and down the upstairs hallway. My favorite part of training is washing their faces after they’ve eaten. I so love cat food!
While I love teaching them that dogs can be really good friends, they have taught me in return about CLAWS and therefore I have gained a grudgingly healthy respect for the species.
Barney is my favorite cat, and we nap together all the time on the window seat. Barney seems to think I’m his mom. My human says he “imprinted” on me after she trapped him as a tiny feral kitten nearly four years ago. She even wrote a book about it called Maggie Adopts a Kitten, but hasn’t found a publisher yet.
The other cats are okay, but right now Amelia needs my special attention. As I mentioned, she’s blind and recovering from eye surgery. I hear her stitches are coming out tomorrow and maybe her cone of shame will also come off. I’m still trying to figure out how to engage her in play. In the meantime, Barney and I let her nap with us on our window seat. We think she’s staying….