Sometimes I’ll walk into the bedroom and out of the blue find Lucy curled up in Linus’ kennel.  What gives, Cat?

I thought he was your Sworn Enemy…?

I don’t get it.

Maybe she’s cold?  Maybe she is jealous of his big soft, fluffy yet supportive (and $150!!) bed.  Maybe she’s getting soft in her old age.  Maybe all the bitching and mrrowing when he’s in her turf around us is just for show, behind closed doors she is really over the moon about the stub-tailed woofer.

Who knows.  But I think it’s safe to say, we have reached a dog-cat inter-species relationship anomaly.

huh? thought cha hated him....

huh? thought cha hated him....