Cats and Dogs Don't Mix

Cats and dogs don’t mix?

Don’t believe it. They do mix, and very nicely.

Think about it:

A 35 pound brown/black/white Welsh Corgi mixed with a little this and that . . . (We’re not sure just what. We think she’s a breed all her own.) That’s Maggie, THE DOG!

Now add:

A 3 ½ pound Persian Tabby. Registered? Oh, yes. A real little princess. Long black/white fluff of fur. Big wide, gold eyes and a cute little nose. Looks as if she was hit in the face by a truck. That is Zoie, THE CAT.

Now how cute is that?

Who rules? Well, that’s a matter of opinion.

THE DOG learned all the tricks: Shake hands, roll over, play dead, toss a treat from her nose and catch it AND be a “pretty girl” when she really wants attention. But it is so hard for THE DOG to remember she is not allowed on the couch or to “stay” when company comes. THE DOG loves sleeping on Pop’s lap while he takes his afternoon nap. At bedtime, THE DOG will take her treat and march off to bed like a “pretty girl.”

However . . .

THE CAT doesn’t have to learn all those tricks. All she has to do is look up at us with those beautiful eyes and we forget about tricks. We just sit and hold her on our laps until she takes her nap, then we play with a special shake toy – until she sees THE DOG’s tail (her favorite plaything). At bedtime, THE CAT marches into the bedroom with us and picks her spot. It might be between us, beside us, or down at the bottom of the bed, as long as she can touch us anytime she feels like it. One night I woke up and she was on top of Pop’s head . . . like Davy Crockett’s coonskin hat with the tail hanging over the side . . .

Who rules??? I’m not sure!!!!

THE DOG Maggie. . . THE CAT Zoie . . . Hmmmmmmmm

(Thanks, Swell Nell, for writing about Maggie and Zoie!)