Shhhhhhhhhhhhh

Princess Coco

Timid Warrior Boy

Rocco's inna house!

While groggily stumbling through the morning rituals:

• turn on the outdoor light so that Rocco knows it's time for brekkie
• pick up Coco and cuddle her bigly as I dish out her first Fancy Feast of the day
• fix Rocco's plate while she's chowing down
• step onto the porch to cosset and feed R and whoever else might be about
• clean the litter box
• put on a pot of caffeine, caffeine, caffeine

 and on and on and on —our scarred, timid, warrior boy slipped into the house all of his own volition.

Zzzzip and he was inside, freaked out and ready to head back out again but the screen door had already shut.

Coco was, and I expect still is, unhappy (she doesn't share well) but she's calmed down. Our man, after hiding in The Amazing Bob's study for a bit, came downstairs and took one of the window seats on the stairway landing. Coco took the other.

I've dispensed copious treats, pats and Good Boy/Girl encomiums.

Right now we've got ourselves some ducky detente. We'll see how long that lasts and/or Rocco stays en la casa.

Fingers crossed.