So, the dog and I stopped by a pet store on the way home yesterday, ostensibly to look for a winter coat – Sasha gets cold below 40F, and I left her sweater at mom’s.
So, while we’re trying on coats, this cat walks over and starts sniffing the jacket, and me, and not giving a care to the world that Sasha, a dog, albeit a 9.5 pound dog, is standing about 2 feet away just staring at this amazing new animal.
Sasha has never seen a cat. And judging by her growing dislike, or rather distrust, of other dogs, and her outright declaration of war on anything squirrel, I was expecting her first encounter with a cat – she’d never met one, nor even seen one I think – to go anything but well.
But what do you know, Sasha’s wagging her tail looking at the cat. I didn’t get video of their first encounter, since I wanted to make sure that my dog didn’t rip the throat off of the cat, or vice versa. But the store owner, who was the owner of the cat, assured me that the cat might bat at Sasha with her paws if she’d had enough of the dog, but wouldn’t use her claws unless attacked. So I let them be, grabbed my video, and watched.
And damned if Sasha didn’t walk up to the cat, tail wagging, and sniff her nose-to-nose.
Then the cat had had enough, and walked over to an empty shelf to lay down. Sasha was quite unhappy that her new discovery had run off, and started whining and barking in a way I hadn’t seen her do before. It was quite interesting. She clearly wanted the cat to come back and play.