Farley here. Woof Woof.
So what’s a dog like me doing with a cat?
I’m visiting a house that has a cat. The cat is crazy. I enter the room, she hisses and runs. Well what to humans expect me to do? Sit there and stay quiet. She’s challenged me. I run after her. If only I could catch her. But then what? I have no idea, but it sure is fun scrambling all over the house.
Sometimes she teases me. Above, she’s sitting on top of the kitchen wall staring into the bedroom at me. If only I could get to her. She knows I can’t climb like she can, so there she sits laughing at me.
But if a cat likes me, I’m happy to play nice. See . . . I have proof.
I’m not evil. Really, I’m not. It’s the cat’s fault.