When I first came home I told you about the long, black thing in our house that Mommy says is a cat named Whiskers. Whiskers let me know right away he is “The King” and I should just refer to him as King. The King spent 2 weeks hissing and batting at me. I follow him around and he turns, hisses and then chases me away. Is he playing? Is he mad? I don’t understand the noise he’s making. He might be speaking a foreign language. He’s definitely not barking!
I just got big enough to jump on the couch! It was a real accomplishment for me. I tried and tried but never could make it, until now. The problem is The King is on the couch a lot (he’s very lazy!). Would he let me up there with him?
Turns out I’m safe as long as I hug the side. I can do that! Look at me on the couch!
Love from Cooper!
Cooper's Dog Tales 