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The dominance thing is very established – it happened very naturally, probably because Charlie joined me while so young. When I come in the door, Charlie rolls onto his back with his tiny tail wagging and reaches up to lick my face.
Charlie’s dying to befriend the cat, and the cat is very conflicted about the whole thing. He catches the scent of the coyote and knows it’s a predator, and whines, but when Charlie runs up to Eli with his tail wagging, Eli just looks at him like, what are you doing in my house, taking attention away from me. I hate you. Charlie’s determined to play but if he persists too long the cat gives him a swat and Charlie whimpers away, and sits nearby like he’s waiting for approval. Which he rarely gets. When the cat is half asleep he lets Charlie crawl on him, and Charlie even tried to nurse on the cat once. It’s a relationship in progress.
Charlie’s around six weeks old now, growing fast – his little legs are getting long (though he can still walk under the cat between the cat’s legs, and has, to the horror of the cat) and his front paws are huge. As are his ears. They get visibly larger daily. I’ve tried to capture in photos how disproportionatly large his ears are, but it’s one of those things that takes being in person to get the full effect. Like his smell – I have not figured out how to take a picture of how baby delicious and cute he smells.
Dynamics with the cat are improving – yesterday they ate breakfast side by side. Athough according to Charlie, it’s still unrequited love. I wonder if he will maintain his absolute submission to and slight fear of the cat as he gets bigger.
