Well I have a new puppy. He supposed to be a foster, but I have him until his broken jaw heals which is at least another 3 weeks. Now that he is feeling better and ready to play the cats are ready to kill me. Duncan really likes them. He thinks they are the perfect playmate size and loves chasing them through the house.
Harley pitches a hissy fit while Crathes escapes around the back.
Cadbury unwillingly shows Duncan the creek.
Cadbury is the only cat I know of who willingly gets into a pet taxi.
What do you mean I have to leave the heated apartment.