She just about died of joy when I returned to the apartment to feed her on Thursday.
Her newest thing is to sleep with me. But not just be on the bed, no, it's she has to touch me when she's sleeping. A paw here or a nose there.
That, and she loves to lick me and LO with her itty bitty tongue. Although I suspect she's just making sure you're still breathing. "...she dares to indulge in the secret sport. You can't be a MILF with the F, at least in part because the M is predicated upon it."-CBB
"And this ... is a piece of Synergy." --Kellnerin
Now, both dogs are well behaved around the kids (we had a short and simple conversation about death and the swift wings on which it rides should that not be the case) and generally don't cause any issues. They spend most of every day in the huge back yard and come in for the evening before spending the night in my brother's room. The cats resent the dogs, but Doorstop lived with my ex-wife's dog for most of his life and doesn't really mind them provided they know their place - beneath him, that is. Mira is convinced they're going to kill her and manages to be elsewhere when they come in.
The other night, the dogs came in as normal. Sitting in the living room, chilling; Sassy was shortly asleep, Sophie curled up beside her but wide awake and alert. Mira was asleep on the back of the couch; Doorstop was curled up in my lap on the couch keeping an eye on the dogs.
Then Mira woke up. Dogs! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!eleven She freaked, jumped up, hissed, and ran.
Doorstop, hearing his compatriot and fellow cat under attack, jumped to her defense. Onto Sassy.
Sophie, seeing Doorstop attacking, barked and growled.
Sassy woke up to Sophie barking in her ear and Doorstop's claws in her ass. She yelped and took off - directly towards Mira. Doorstop held on. Sophie gave chase, barking at Doorstop. And the races began; Mira panicked and ran in circles around the room looking for an exit and apparently couldn't pick one. Sassy followed, head down, yelping, tail between her legs and a 20 pound cat literally hanging on to her ass. Doorstop didn't let go through the remainder of the event, hissing and spitting and clawing Sassy. And Sophie brought up the rear, barking at Doorstop and making Sassy run faster.
After three laps, I managed to grab Sassy, my brother got Doorstop, the fiance grabbed Sophie and Mira found an exit. Damage - a few scratches to Sassy, more to me from Doorstop's takeoff, and one broken end table.
Three laps of the living room later, we managed to get things under control.
Your home work with the only copy of Chandra's observatory data.
Now that would have been, er, unnerving....