The other evening, while out for a walk with Murphy and Belle, I stopped by Proud Hillbilly's house to visit her and see how her new cat was doing. I liked this cat and had briefly entertained thoughts of bringing it back to the Lair and adding it to the family. But I was pretty sure that Murphy was just not going to play nice with a cat.
Sure enough, when I had the dogs on a leash, PH brought the cat out. Belle was mildly curious but didn't seem to be too aggressive as PH held the cat but it was obvious that Murphy's prey drive was kicking in big time. He really wanted that cat and I couldn't see that cute, sweet gentle cat doing well in a house with Murphy. But neither could the cat, apparently. He hissed loudly and the claws came out as he took a swipe at Murphy; it hadn't even dawned on me that the CAT might object, too.
Oh well...it was a thought.