Cats...

When we got home from the car ride/ walk Grace went to her safe bed, of course, but then I went upstairs and she wanted to come up. Little Miss Béla was at the bottom of the stairs doing her best "Not in my house" stance. Twice, Grace tried to come up the stairs but when she saw Béla standing there, she just walked away and back to her safe bed.

The third time she decided to pass Béla.

Well, Béla decided to bolt up the stairs this time.

Now, a million thoughts ran through my head as Grace started to run up the stairs behind her. Most of them had "oh fuck" attached. I honestly COULD NOT tell if Grace was chasing Béla or just wanted to get upstairs now that she had the chance.

Either way, I let out a sharp "NO!" and she went back downstairs, only to return a few minutes later without incident.

In my heart, I do not believe she was truly chasing, but I wasn't about to find out. This was just a reminder that no matter how amazing her behavior towards Béla has been this past week, she is still a dog. And Béla is still a cat.

As much as I would LOVE it, I may never see this....

 

which is why I MUST make sure BOTH of my animals are kept safe at all times.

I can't let my guard down.