I’m in San Antonio with Jase and five cats. None of the cats are happy with big, goofy, heavy-pawed Jase. He still hasn’t figured out that a paw slamming down in excitement could be deadly for kitties. The kitties aren’t shy about letting him know their displeasure.

Lady is the most tolerant. Tarzan was on the bed this morning fuzzed up and hissing. Jase has adopted a “shark approach” where he gllides by sideways, thus minimizing the discomfort from claws.

Sneaky and Delta manage to avoid him completely, and Daphne growls whenever he’s near. I figure as long as Jase isn’t in a position to do Daphne any harm, it’s karma for Daphne’s obnoxious actions with some of the other cats.

I monitor interactions carefully, because not only do I not want anybody to get hurt, I do want Jase to learn to be gentle with the cats.

In other news, Jase is getting better at not barking at every movement he notices out the front door.