One of my favorite things about Steve is how he is totally convinced he is a human being. He talks to us nonstop (and we talk back because, well, that is what you do when your cat talks to you- you talk back and ruffle her/his ears and let them know you understand), and if you ever sit out on the back porch, he’ll hop up on a chair next to you and relax and talk to you.
There are times when Steve and I are sitting there and it feels like Statler and Waldorf. Earlier today, Steve was lying in between the chairs while Shawn and I were sitting out back. Shawn was in the green chair, I was in the metal one, and Steve was in between us sucking up the heat from the concrete and the sun. Lily walked out to potty, and walked all over Steve. She seriously stepped on him three times, and he didn’t move.
I have no idea how I have integrated two dogs, one of which is a JRT, and two separate cats, and they all sleep in the same bed or on the same couch together. I just think it boils to having a house of plenty and my sedentary lifestyle. Regardless, I will take it.
BTW- he caught another bird today. Sorry little wren, but, you know, shit happens. I wish he had not done it, but I don’t get mad when cows eat grass or dogs potty everywhere or when geese migrate or when bears eat salmon, so it seems kind of stupid to get mad at Steve for doing what he was born to do.