Cat, the King of the Castle. He was in a fight a couple of weeks back and got the Cr@* kicked out of him. He is dealing with the reality that he is no longer the king of neighborhood, only the castle.
He is definitely getting more comfortable with our new environment. We had a party on Sat night, about 20 friends were over and they were spread through out the house and out back having a bon fire. He came and went as normal, never attempting to "prison break" the break yard (it is fenced in). The next morning as myself and a few of the stragglers where sitting in the sun room enjoying the warm rays of light beaming through the doors he got up on the ottoman with my friend and so simply and gently kissed her, letting her know..."yeah that's right, I am the King of this Castle".
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