We've long thought that our cat, Boots, thinks that he is a dog. He was about 2 months old when we brought him home to live with our family. He came from a family of five other kittens and we brought him into a world of people and dogs. After sniffing around and exploring for a few days he assumed what he thought to be his rightful position on the doggie beds right next to the doggies. They weren't so sure that he belonged. Hannah would just get up and move, deciding right off the bat that she would not be a party to this behavior. Blackie would reluctantly stay put, looking at us as if to say "Do you see what is happening here? Are you going do something about it?" Hannah was not above romping and playing with him, as Blackie has become a grump in his old age. When we lost Hannah right before Christmas, both Blackie and Boots were beside themselves as they had lost their romping partners.
Tonight Boots proved our theory correct. We started off, under the full moon, for our walk to the middle school, around the track and back home. Boots followed us the entire way, running, jumping and playing with Blackie for the duration. He crossed the streets in the crosswalks and kept to the pavement like a good dog. At one point during the festivities, a dog and cat chase was the entertainment. The dog chasing the cat, then the cat chasing the dog. Pretty hysterical! Arriving back home, Boots beat us through the door immediately meowing for his late night snack. What a funny, funny night.
Join us later for more adventures of CatDog...
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