One of those was my dear sweet Jigsaw. He was stood up, I'm sure of it. But... I still don't trust him alone with the cat.
At any rate, my mom's kitten has adjusted quite well to some of the dogs in their household.
Okay. He's adjusted to 1 of 2.
Trixie is pint sized-- like a kitten, so it works well.
I would like to say, however, that Trixie (the dog) is actually playing in all of these pictures, and she wore out before the cat did.
Neither were harmed...
Are you seeing this? That cat has sharp claws, and sharp teeth! That's gotta hurt!
But Trixie is a Jack Russell, and those aren't likely to give up on... anything. Ever.
I promise the cat is okay. And I think he even won this... encounter.
If you have a cat, you've seen this before. This is the, "I'm done with you." It's when they suddenly decide that they are clearly better than you and therefore you are not worthy of playing with them.
Trixie was relieved. After all, she had jumped up on top of the couch to escape.
On a side note, shouldn't all dogs be male and all cats be female? It's a stigma, I know, but everytime any of us talk about the cat, we call him a her. And then we proceed to call Trixie a boy. It's quite the opposite.