Just before Christmas, we got the teenage girl a kitten of her own. Well, it was supposed to be hers. After the bad dog finally realized that the cat wasn't a snack and had sharp claws that he wasn't afraid to use, the cat was allowed to roam freely about the house.
Quickly, I discovered that Sarge loved that cat. If he was missing for any period of time, wewould find him in Olivia's room playing with that stupid cat. He takes the cat out with him to get the newspaper. He tolerates the sharp claws and loves it when the cat purrs.
I used to joke that he would leave me if I ever came home with a cat. Now I think he would take the cat with him if he ever left me. You know, to go live in that house on wheels.