My two had died of old age, and our remaining small cat went to live with my aged father when we took in my late father-in-law's Bichon Frise. Then a couple of months ago my mother had a major stroke, and we took in her cats. Everyone has been adjusting to everyone else with surprisingly little fuss. There are the occasional mild disputes -

[IMG]Pardon me, but you're in my seat by Russ Fitzgerald, on Flickr[/IMG]

- such as when Rocky the Bichon believes Titus the cat has taken his proper place in my lap. Or the times when Titus decides my daughter's American Girl doll bed is the best place to catch a nap, then flees the photographer -

[IMG]Close quarters by Russ Fitzgerald, on Flickr[/IMG]

The only real challenge was working out things with Titus' sister Tabitha, who has a shy and retiring nature. She spent the first two months or so routinely hissing at Rocky, who was pathetically eager to play with her. Recently, though, she has started working out detente with the dog.

[IMG]This is progress by Russ Fitzgerald, on Flickr[/IMG]

Titus loves EVERYONE and is pretty much a Labrador Retriever in a cat's body. He is especially enamored of my 8-year-old daughter, insisting on sprawling on the kitchen table while she does homework and sleeping full length beside her at night. She has progressed from genuinely not liking him to adoring him, which is not surprising. People love him. Tabitha prefers adults, at least so far, and she tends to emerge from her place under the dining room chair skirts about 8:30 at night to insist on rubbings and nuzzlings. They, and the dog for that matter, are all delightful.