Little One-Eyed Dog did not like it when we brought Crash the WonderCat (the bane of mice everywhere) home. Do not want, she growled.
Well, it's not exactly a peaceable kingdom, but they've developed a mutual respect for each other's defensive armaments. An armed society is a polite society, even when arms take the form of teeth or razor sharp claws.
But Little One-Eyed Dog does not like it when Crash gets up on the bed. She thinks that's her place. But over the weekend it was pretty cool, so we turned off the air conditioning and turned on the attic fan (cool New England evenings are sometimes simply delicious). Crash passed the opportunity for the bed, and hopped up into the open window.
Ebil is now in Window, for ur drive-through convenience (says the dog) ...