One Giant Leap

Turns out my dream was a lot closer than I thought. Last night we acheived my little slice of heaven. Ken & I sitting on the couch having a glass of wine. Kinley asleep at our feet. Hughes asleep on the back of the couch. All of us in one room, happy. I guess Kinley jumping on Hughes' head didn't affect him as much as I thought.*

*Hughes has since realized that he holds quite a bit of power in his arsenal despite being declawed. If the dog chases him, Kinley gets scolded. Hughes has learned this and has begun to use this to his advantage. He'll go up to the dog very slowly and see if he can lure the dog into getting into trouble. It's like a shootout to see who will freak out first. Closer, closer... now they're practically nose-to-nose, neither of them moving. Just staring at each other. Steady, steady, then all of the sudden one makes a quick move (usually Kinley), resulting in Hughes' crying and Kinley whimpering. Kinley gets a big "No" while Hughes has a self-satisfied cat grin and retreats to his post on top of the stairs. Repeat about 10 times a day. Slowly, Kinley has realized he can just sit there and get the cat to come to him without getting in trouble. Very sweet and calm. Well, except for the giant lick on the head that Kinley gave Hughes the other day that sent Hughes running for the stairs in disbelief... 'What the hell was that?', you could imagine him thinking.

Our house is a comedy show right now. I seriously think Hughes is a cat version of Stewie, cheeks & all.