Life wiffa Kat...

I moved into the Ranch after Boots, the Kat, had been "raised" for almost a year by Shadow, a Shepherd/Husky (Rainbow Bridge) who would chase all Kats except Boots. Boots dint like the new dawg change and spent the first month keeping a far away from me as possible. Dad kinda ignored our interactions unless I got carried away and chased too hard or started *bothering* the Boots. After that first month, Boots started spending more time onna floor or low furniture, and took every opportunity to "reach out and touch someone", >ME<, wiffa front klaw-knives. After a few closer than close encounters, I started to respect the Kat a liddel more. Ten klawz dragged down the bridge of your nozebone followed wiff a lotta sharp toofies applied to your sniffer starts to change your attitude towards the lil guy! He's stopped wiffa Hisssin an Grrrrin stuff now, but iffin I gets too rambunkshus wiffa play-bites or try to hold him down too long wiffa paw onna back, he jest shows me a toofie *grinn* or flashes the klaws an I let him go.

Boots an the newcomer Smokey get along OhKeeDoKeey as long as SmokeMan duzint chase too fast. If Boots thinks the Smoke is pushin too far, the Kat jest jams onna brakes, turns and stands up inna Bat*Kat stance and lets fly wiffa fast series of fist an klaw *biffs* onto the SmokeMutt's nozebone. Smokey has learned to usually let the sleeping Kat purdy much alone!

Stolen food isn't an issue - Boots keeps his krunchies onna wide side of the baffroom counter - well outa sight and reach of us dawgs. Dad don't take well to us raidin the *tootsie-roll* box inna baffroom - it gets flushed mornin and night whenever Boots makes a deposit. Kupla *butt*smaks* when I furst moved in convinced me that snakin outta that box wuzint worth the pain an sorrow that always followed.

All three of us FurKids got the run of the house and get along fine. We share window sills for lookin out - Kat sanwiched in tween two dawg nozes is a purdy common sight fer visitors! Only time Kat getz *tense* is iffin he's starin down a burd sittin onna bush an wunna us dawgs breaks his concentration. Then he jest makes a fist*paw an reaches round an gives the dawg a *bop* onna nozebone. Sorta sez back off - I'm busy wiffa burd - pick anudder winnow!

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/s/ Cinder & Smokey
the Rescued & Adopted
FurKids of *Phred*