I hear a cat

Summer and Cameron have Mother’s cat in the living room and I don’t hear Shane going crazy, so I am wondering, “Where is that dog?”  Perhaps he has decided to opt for covert responses to the cat instead of barking out some translation of “What is that cat doing now and why in heaven’s name would anyone want to hold her?”   Maybe there will be little catnip-baited traps showing up around here.

But, ah, speaking of showing up, Shane is here with me now, plopped on the floor but not in a sleep mode. He is acting quite nonchalant. I wonder if he has found access to super glue . . .