The rat doesn't care about the dog because the dog cannot get him food

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We're dogsitting Zasu for the weekend, as I think I mentioned at the end of yesterday's post. She's always fun.

She looks really good, too. This chronically skinny dog has finally put on some weight. You can't feel her ribs when you pet her anymore. She wasn't underfed or anything; it's just how she was. Well, she's managed to gain a few pounds lately and it's definitely to her benefit.

As I mentioned during the last couple of times we had her at the house (I'm too lazy to dig up those posts at the moment), Zasu has some damage to her cerebellum that's affected her movement, flopping when she walks, dragging her back feet, her back end not tracking in line with her front end, etc. Well, she's doing much better this time around. Moving a whole lot better.

I think it may have to do with the new Great Dane puppy at her house. Part of her problem was she wasn't getting enough exercise. Now she's getting plenty.

The cats, of course, are not exactly thrilled that Zasu is here. Well, Pete's not thrilled that she has to share her house or yard with any animals, really, but she's not scared of the dog; it's just another annoyance in her life. Spot and Stella, on the other hand, spent most of yesterday upstairs in hiding. McGee slapped Zasu as soon as she saw her and spent most of yesterday in the bathroom. The three 'fraidy cats will now come out of hiding, but cautiously. That dog (who doesn't even know they're there most of the time) might get them!

Zasu's never been a problem to the cats. In fact, since Pete whipped on her once, she's actually afraid of the cats. Afraid they might get her and afraid she might get in trouble for acknowledging them. Which leads to hilarity.

For example, I was following the dog from the kitchen to the living room. Spot was sitting in the living room doorway and when she sees Zasu, immediately puffs up. Zasu sees Spot, does a U-turn and stands behind me. I had to run the cat out of the doorway so the dog could go into the living room and lay down.

It's been like that all day. Running a cat out of the way so the dog could get through without fear of injury.

Not Pete though. Pete does not have time for such silliness. She does not run, does not hide, does not taunt. She just waits for the dog to either get out of her or stop moving so she can go past without being stepped on, all the while looking at Zasu like she's an idiot.

But, to be fair, Pete looks at everyone like that.