Less than a year ago, this house where I live sheltered five cats and one young dog
. The cats' names: Babe, Bizou, Mae West, Greyish, Cinnamon; the dog's name: Malsom, which is the Wabanaki word for wolf. No, this is not going to be a horror story!! Two of the five cats were quite old. We never knew exactly when they were born because they were abandoned/abused cats we adopted in the middle of the 1980's. They were sisters and, after a long and hopefully happy life they passed. It was perhaps a good thing to get a young puppy late in their lives because it kept them sharp and one of them, Cinnamon, just stood there, standing her ground as though she wanted to say "I have been here much longer than you and no matter how energetic and "pushy" you are, I am not going to run away. She was great, even in her old age! The three remaining cats, also sisters, have adjusted to the dog. Babe, the black cat, has never been afraid of anything and she simply stands tall in front of the dog, who has now grown into his wolf size. He respects her for that and doesn't dare challenging her
. Her two sisters are not so bold. Bizou is your archtypical "scary cat" and she reaches for height, as high as she can get
. Mae West is just the wild type and wants out. Now, the dog! He is a Husky-Shepard mix, all white, from a mother who had steely eyes and a huge neck and who looked very much like a wolf. He spends the day outside and the night inside and that's when things get interesting between cats and dog.
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