This is Buster. This is Buster's cat Charlie. Buster did not chose to be adopted by Charlie - he was chosen. Charlie loves his dog. I'm not so sure the feeling is mutual, although Buster gives his cat a lick (pretaste?) every now and then.
Charlie has also decided to be Buster's bunkmate, a begrudging arrangement - Buster does his best to ignore the intrusion. For a dog whose instincts are to eat rabbits, birds and small cats, I find his tolerance remarkable. Maybe Charlie knows more about Buster than I do.
I know that cats aren't supposed to eat dog food, though the cat and the dogs all get Iams dry food. Perhaps Charlie can't tell the difference. Since we got Charlie as a small kitten, I wonder if he has bonded with Buster to the point he thinks he's a dog. Is that possible? I'll never let Charlie outside because I'm quite sure Eddie would eat him given the opportunity and no question the coyotes would love to meet Charlie. It's hard work to keep a cat indoors who doesn't want to be a cat who lives indoors.
I had a gazillion things to do in town today and when I got home, I plunked my junk on the counter, while chatting with Ian. I walked back around the counter and almost tripped over these guys. They had greeted me, and happy that their owners were home and soothed by our voices, they were over and out. My camera was a plunked-on-the-counter article so I couldn't resist another picture of Buster being tortured by his cat.