You had better get the situation under control, quick; next the cat will work to get *you* under its thumb.
Quick! Wrap tin foil around your head and put a doberman puppy on top (buy one, or build a shrink-ray and use it on Odhinn); it’s the only way to ensure protection of your pro-canid sensibilities.
Uh, yeah.
No.
I'm immune to cat connivings.
After it tried to play ‘bad @ss’ with Gypsy, the PPM, I'm thinking it would be a seriously bad idea to introduce it to The Boy.
[he doesn't possess gentle Gyp’s obsessive desire to “mother” things]
Hubby thinks it's cute that the cat has learned to climb the Boa's tree.
I'm thinking not so much.
Sooner or later, Brom will be on his tree and the cat would be wise to *not* climb it, then.