Kitten lived alone in our bedroom for about a week before one of us forgot to close the door tightly behind us. So, Kitten made her way plopping down the stairs and to the threshold of the kitchen, where we had a baby gate up to keep the dogs out of the dining room. And here it happened... Kitten met the dogs for the first time...
Lady and Daisy stared at her through the gate, tails wagging with curious excitement... and she stared right back at them... still, quiet. And then, in a lightening fast flash torrent of fuzz and claws, she soared over the gate and sent both dogs yelping into the family room, chasing them through the house unrelenting. Greg and I watched in amazement this 8 oz calico kitten went flying after these 35 lb dogs... and then, after sufficiently scaring the bejesus out of them, she went over and ate their food and took over their bed.
After a short adjustment period, Kitten decided that she was a dog, and that these big smelly creatures were family, and so the three of them would always sleep together.
The dynamic changed a bit when we got other cats, and Kitten realized that perhaps she wasn't a dog after all. For a while she wanted nothing to so with her canine siblings, and reveled in her independent cat-dom. We thought that the days of inter-species napping were over, and adjusted to the Kitten who didn't want anything from anyone. But now, over the past month or so... we've noticed a change in Kitten, back to the old days... and the dogs have welcomed her back with open paws.
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