My first cat ever (Rumor) came home and found us living there...we consented to be adopted by her. After about 5 years, we stole (literally) a mini-Pomeranian pup and her sister from a NASTY neglect situation. The sister, unfortunately, did not survive. Shadow thrived and received intense training from Rumor. Rumor ended up getting sick from tainted pet food (the Petsmart incident of 2007) and had to be released from her agony. Shadow moped for about two months, and we ended up getting a 5 month old kitty from the SPCA, who we named Banshee. If you ever hear her "talk" to the neighbor-cats, you'd know why! 😀 Shadow ended up training Banshee....and that's why we now have a cog and a dat. The cat walks on a leash, sits to be fed and comes when we call. The dog rubs on everything (just like a cat), tries to milk tread when we pet her, and sometimes takes a message when we call. :lol:
Shadow's getting to be a venerable (read: cranky) old lady...but Banshee keeps her young (or at least active! 😛)
Thus ends the life story of our kids... :lmao: