Greg Who Cooks
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Just for variety we should change the title of this topic to "Are you a dog person or a cat woman?"
Just for variety we should change the title of this topic to "Are you a dog person or a cat woman?"
Just for variety we should change the title of this topic to "Are you a dog person or a cat woman?"
I just got home from spending time getting my dad from hospital to hospice facility to home hospice. Because of our situation, I had to bring Rosebud. Mom was kitty-sitting for one of my sisters. My doggie has had not kitty experience. I wouldn't have thought twice about it, except that little sis' kitty is declawed. If he'd had his claws, I'd have thought, let them duke it out, I know the cat will win. But without claws? So we kept them separated. Fender was king of the road in his room, so all went well (Fender: My sis swore, no more pets until they're in a better position to afford one. Her sons were fishing and found a stray and their father said, no way, your mom will kill us. They got home and the kitten was in the fender of their van. Rolling in there for an hour and some). Anyway, Thanksgiving was a dozen or so people, all on razor's edge (Daddy was supposed to die), plus my mutt, a German shepherd, and a cat.