We have seven furry critters residing in our house -- two dogs, four cats, and Lincoln, pictured here, who is our "cat dog."
Lincoln looks like a cat and meows like a cat, but we think he's really a dog in what is either a very clever or very dangerous disguise. He plays with the dogs, naps with the dogs, tries to eat the dogs' food, and howls after the dogs when J takes them for their nighttime walk. He even sits on command in return for a small taste of dog kibble. The only time that Lincoln associates with the other cats is when I dole out cat food or when he needs to use the litter box. The rest of the time, you can pretty much bet that he is hangin' out with the shepherds, Jacob and Amos.
To further solidify Lincoln's claim to dogdom, J got him a kitty harness-and-leash combo and is toying with the idea of taking him on the nighttime dog walks. I'm largely in favor of this plan because, if successful, it would spare me from having to listen to Lincoln howl for 20 minutes every night. However, Lincoln is a gray cat, and we are a bit concerned that the other dogs in the neighborhood might mistake him for a squirrel and try to go after him. Jacob and Amos made that mistake -- once. Lincoln quickly and fearlessly let the dogs know that cat-chasing was not acceptable, and then he decided to make friends. Now we think that he is trying to work his way up to pack leader. Although Jacob and Amos still don't know what to make of this somewhat unorthodox arrangement, it has become a constant source of amusement for J and me.