The boyfriend has a cat. Well, technically his roommate has a cat, but for all intensive purposes, there is a cat at the boyfriend’s house. And this has been a little unnerving to Gertie (read: Gertie’s Mom who is terrified that Gertie might be even less of a vegetarian than she is.) who has never really met a cat. At least not long enough to decipher how she feels about cats. For the past month, (whee! It’s been over a month!!! Look at me in the big relationship!) we’ve kept Gertie confined to a certain proximity of space when I’ve been over. She’s been able to see Kitty, but always at a distance. The two have co-existed with Kitty slinking by to take a look at this dog skidding around his living room hardwood floors, licking his owner and others, flopping on people’s laps and in general being the lovable spaz that she is. (That’s right, Justin. I said love able spaz!)
But last night, we made a huge step for all dog kind. Gertie met Kitty nose to nose. I actually didn’t know it was happening or I would have probably set up an intervention. But the boyfriend, who was in the kitchen at the time, apparently thought it was as good a time as any to let them meet. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw Gertie less than a foot away from Kitty.
And Kitty was still alive.
And Gertie was, well, more interested in the food that boyfriend had going on than the Kitty treat sitting in front of her.
Later on, in the living room, Kitty stopped by to flop on the floor near Gertie, who didn’t seem to mind the company.
Maybe we can just all get along.