Management takes a dim view of pocket stuffing at the all you can eat buffet.
Gabe has taken to just being wherever Emma is. If she snarls or hisses, he stays all Zen, then curls up and snuggles down. It seems to be working.
This morning he tried the same thing with Zander. Zander remains unconvinced.
I’ve let him roam the house and do his thing, but at night I put him back in his room because I would like a good night’s sleep without any cat kurfuffles.
The dogs are another story…
I was going through, trying to sort photos and came across this one. Then I remembered Emma turned fifteen this August. The photo was just a few weeks after I found her at the shelter. She was my birthday present that year. She’s still as pretty and also still pretty tiny. But she’s my Great Dane girl. Happiest when she has a Great Dane to boss around.
One time, Bailey and Bixby were getting into it, I don’t remember why, and she came tearing down the hall to protect her Bixby. Jumped right in the middle of the fracas. They are never far from each other these days. She tolerates Scout, but Bixby is her boy.
I have told her she must live to be 21.