Back before my mother died, her little dog Lucy almost always found a place on Mother’s furniture if not on her lap. Since we inherited Lucy we haven’t let her on our sofa much, but occasionally Leah lets her up. She likes to bury her head under a pillow like this:
Smokey the cat also likes to jump up on the sofa between Leah and me. He does a little nesting, usually testing how soft my leg is, and then settles in lying as close as he can to me. Odd, since Leah is the cat person and I’m the dog person. I do usually give him an ear massage, and he turns his purr machine up to 11.
Smokey and the rest of our cats get along reasonably well with the dogs if their paths happen to cross, but they usually retreat pretty quickly when the dogs get too nosy. The other night Smokey and Lucy found a way for both of them to get their full sofa time.
They ignored each other.
Looks like a very cozy truce.
Robin — I wasn’t sure how it would work out, but neither one paid any attention to the other, so they were just fine.
The allure of warmth in the winter can overcome anything.
Wayne — That’s right. We noticed that when the dogs shared sunlight with Zoe. None of the other cats seem to have found the sunbeams in the house.