last night, we went and got samson, "my" dog that erin's sister took with her to seattle. now erin's parents have him. it's a long story. we took him home, since they are going to be gone. when we got into the house, our cat freaked out. her back arched up and the fangs started showing. then she started swatting at samson. i told b to stay away from daisy and i got samson away from her. i picked daisy up and tried calming her down, but, she scratched my arm and bit into my thumb and took off running. that was the clincher for why i am a dog person and not a cat person. i went to go wash my wounds and clean them out. then i used some peroxide.
this morning, when i went to let daisy into the house (she sleeps in the garage, or does whatever she does at night) she wasn't wanting to come in. "fine", i think to myself. she's going to throw herself a pity party. "i don't care." hopefully though, she will get along with samson and warm up to him. . .