My cats knew right away that the puppy we had adopted was not a good match for our family.
Flitzer, my black cat and usually the greeter, was so overwhelmed by Casey’s energy.
He hid in the attic for most of the day, and when he did come out with me to feed the horses he sprayed the grasses around the house clearly marking his territory.
Sicily, our black and white kitty, turned into a cartoon cat
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