Right before sleep last night ... aaaah, peaceful and quiet ... Daisy begins barking hysterically in the kitchen. Thinking she spotted a squirrel outside or something, I get up to kindly suggest to her that she shut the fuh kup. But when I opened the kitchen door, there was THAT DAMNED CAT AGAIN. It was in the sink, licking dishes! In the sink, people! And my poor freaked-out puppy was barking from under the couch in the next room. Not that she could have reached the cat, even if she'd been brave. In the sink!
Of course the cat bolted as soon as I opened the door, and ran right out the pet door with which it has become so familiar. Daisy finally got some backbone when the cat left, and gave chase out the door after it. When Daisy came back, I praised the heck out of her, gave her a chewie, and we all went back to bed.
I am just shakin' my head. Here I had fantasized that a new, vigorous puppy would discourage that stupid cat from trying to come in. Bwah-ha-ha! Boy, did I underestimate Daisy's youth and that cat's moxie. I'll have to make a new tinfoil doormat for the outside door - it did keep that cat out for a while.
Hope Daisy doesn't try to eat the tinfoil, though.