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| Catherine and Pabla
It has been a day. Catherine's cat Pabla has left us for new adventures. Parting is difficult...even when my relationship with Pabla had some mixed reviews. She could be sweet. She could be quite catty, placing herself between "Joy", and Joy's water dish, or between Joy and the doorway, or between Joy and me. It was the strangest thing. When Joy first came to visit at Catherine's house, I was worried. Joy's track record with cats...well, it is just that...she chases them every chance she gets. The orange tabby back at the condo; "Winter", a calico cat who would stand at the patio door of my apartment, baiting Joy. Joy would growl and run at the door. Cats are one of the few things she will bark about. She sounds positively vicious. I didn't learn this fact about my dog, until I'd had her for a year. It was as though she had been on good behavior, but then she decided I was going to keep her and so she began indulging in this cat hating behavior. Tut, tut!
But when we first visited Catherine's house, Pabla was the exception. Joy was utterly terrified of that cat. She would rarely dare to be in the same room with Ms. Pabla. After a while there was an uncomfortable truce, but Joy never barked or chased or behaved badly around Pabla.
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