My name is Rosco, and I live with a feline...

Dear beloved dog-people,

Rosco the dog blogging people lover here, waggin his tail and perkin up his ears with another post for you canine friendlies.

I'm sure you've heard of the story about the 'Cat in the Hat'. That cat seems so playful and entertaining. The 'cat in my house' is a whole different story. From day one I have tried my best to befriend this surly 14 year old tabby who the humans call “Fraidy”.

On my very first attempt greeting him, I tried running at him exuberantly as a show of my fondness towards him. The resulting flurry of paws to my face were both unexpected and deflating. I tucked tail and got outta dodge. On my next attempt I thought I would take a more subtle, canine-like approach. Fraidy was sitting at the end of the hall, so I sauntered up and attempted to give him a proper 'how do you do' butt sniffing. The instant my cold wet nose brushed his tail fur he flung his wiry body around to face me and did something quite rude. He opened his mouth and exhaled the most foul, tuna-based bouillon breath I have ever encountered. Who does that?

Since our initial encounters, I have tried a myriad of approaches over the last year and each time I am utterly rejected. I had one last trick up my sleeve, play hard to get... Wouldn't you know it. The instant the cat noticed I was no longer seeking his acquaintance he wants nothing more than to chill with me. Go figure. Cats!

These days, when I get invited up on the human's couch, I get comfy and my new buddy Fraidy, makes his way over and assumes the inner spoon position.

The lesson in this. A cat ignored, is cat on board.

Barkingly yours,

Rosco

P.S. Next week I am blogging about The Day the Mini-Human Moved In...