When we were outside the other weekend, Lorelai encountered a very sweet, very well-behaved Papillon.
At first, she was a bit on the defensive. Yet, she still approached him.
They even almost touched noses!
Rory wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
…Zak was not having any of this dog nonsense.
The dog’s owner tried to continue on their walk, and pulled the dog along with her.
But Rory chased after the dog! Have you ever seen a cat chase a dog before?
Still processing everything from the show. On Sunday, neither Lorelai nor Izaak were nominated, so it was a fairly peaceful show day. We just sat and talked to people. I got to talk to Göran, my one-time nurse, and found out an interesting fact that no one bothered to mention before: Not only could I have lost my finger or hand from the infection caused by the cat bite…I could have lost my life! So, everyone reading, please remember: If you are bitten in the hand or finger by a cat and it becomes at all swollen…go to an ER immediately. Don’t waste time at a local urgent care.
Our train ride home was interesting, though. On Swedish trains, there are special pet compartments that are the only places animals are allowed. In this particular pet car, there were only nine seats…and we had two cats and four dogs! We boarded the train in Göteborg with a very well behaved rescue dog from Greece. He lived with cats and was not at all fazed by Zak and Rory. When a Border Collie got on a few stations later, though, the dog reacted. The Border Collie and his human sat in the doorway. Then in Falköping, we were joined by a Bedlington Terrier and a Chinese Crested!
Their human was delighted to see a Singapura in person and had to have a photo. She said her friend, who had a Somali, would be so jealous that she had met a Singa.
Rory in particular was fascinated by the Chinese Crested. She never puffed up, growled or hissed, and she actually got up the nerve to touch the dog’s ear with her nose!
We’re at a cat show this weekend, but I am still processing the photos I took today, so I don’t have a show report prepared yet.
So instead, let’s talk about getting to the show, which is a two-hour train ride to Stockholm and then a commuter train to a hotel near the show hall.
We took the train from Skövde to Stockholm. This was Lorelai’s second train ride with us, and Izaak’s first since I collected him from Arlanda’s cargo department back in June. It’s Rory’s second show, and Zak’s first.
In our car, there was another animal passenger, a black French bulldog. This was very interesting to Rory and Zak.
Although perhaps not as interesting as Björn’s sandwich…
Our first train ride with two kittens was mostly uneventful.
“Mostly” being the operative word. Zak managed to slip his harness and hide under a seat in another section of the train. That was fun.
There was also an interesting moment when the Frenchy got off the train.
It was pretty late when we finally checked into our hotel room (Rory’s second, Zak’s first), but they wasted no time getting comfortable.
And they were adorably comfortable…
…until Zak decided he would rather be comfortable with his IKEA mouse…
The last time we all went to the vet, we encountered a gorgeous German Shepherd in the lobby. He was so huge compared to Lorelai!
But Rory was her usual fearless self.
In fact, she barely seemed to notice him at all. “Dog? What dog?”
Alfred, on the other hand…
…did not like the looks of that enormous predator at all.
In fact, he put his body between the dog and Rory to protect her.
The dog had the good sense to look appropriately intimidated.
“Don’t worry, little sister. I won’t let this beast hurt you.” Not that Rory looks at all concerned.
The Shepherd was actually a well-trained tracking and guard dog, and he and his human volunteer with the canine unit at their local Hemvärnet battalion. Hemvärnet dogs are very disciplined, and he wouldn’t have hurt a kitten.
Freddy didn’t still didn’t trust him. The entire time we were there with that dog, he remained vigilant, protecting Rory from harm.
One thing I really love about my vet’s office is the fond memories I have of the first time I took Jacoby in for a visit. It was only his fourth day with us, and everything was new and interesting to him. It was also the very first time he met a dog, and he was fearless and curious. Granted, the dog was almost the same size as he was…but somehow I knew it would lead to something big.
They were right around the same age, too.
I have a sneaking suspicion that Jake is now larger than that dog is now. But he never outgrew that initial kittenish bravery when it comes to canines and, almost a year later, he still isn’t bothered by dogs as long as they don’t bark in his face.
I couldn’t let him out of his carrier to really meet the dog, because I had three other cats to wrangle. It’s too bad; it would have been interesting to see him interact with a dog who I know lives with a cat.
That’s her, the calico in the green carrier in the background.