You know if you’ve completed my intake form, that one of the “behavioral” questions asks if your dog is good with cats. The impetus for this is one little tabby girl named “Ethyl”, the corgis’ little sister. Two years ago, Ethyl came into the vet clinic where I worked at the time, as a 5-week old stray kitten. One of her front legs was so damaged as to be unrecognizable as a limb. Ethyl bravely survived the amputation of her leg, and even more bravely perhaps, came home to live with me and the three corgis. She was so young and debilitated she needed round the clock nursing care. My “mama” dog, Pager, advised me she was the best candidate to take on being my assistant. When I bottle-fed Ethyl (several times a day), Pager let the tiny kitten curl up in the warm fuzz of her soft doggy belly. As the baby nursed, Pager tenderly licked her to keep her clean and warm. She also licked Ethyl’s belly when she was done feeding, to help express her bladder. This sweet old corgi girl, who was ten years old at the time, did not discriminate on the basis of species, although she had never had much contact with cats. All Pager knew was that this was a young’un, and it needed mothering and loving. Thanks to Pager, Ethyl grew up healthy, sassy, and somewhat conditioned to be a dog. This has worked out well for her here at TB&B. Although I have an agreement with Ethyl that I will screen all boarders before they meet her, she is quite capable herself of introducing dogs to felines. As do many cats, she regards most dogs with mild amusement and disdain. When a new dog is in the house for the first time, she is at first invisible. Eventually, as she assesses the situation, she makes her presence known. In the pictures that follow, she is meeting Max, a wonderful senior beagle, for the first time. Max’s owners were not sure what his reaction to cats would be, so both Ethyl and I were being conservative. Ethyl decided she needed a drink of water, so she strolled to the bowl with her back to Max. Max took a while to even notice her (um, he is QUITE old). but when he did, he snuck up on her from behind, completely unseen, or so he thought. Ethyl was fully aware of him. She finished a leisurely drink, then slowly turned to regard him. She gave him that amazingly condescending look that cats do so well, and flicked a whisker slightly. You would have thought Max had been shot with a taser. He jumped back, stiffened, and did his best moonwalk back to the safety of the couch. Ethyl never moved a paw, just watched him retreat. Later that evening, Max was all settled into that couch, his favorite bed when he is here. Sometime in the night, Ethyl joined him. In the last photo, you see them sharing the couch, Max unsure if he is having a bad dream or is awake. After that, they agreed to ignore each other.