There is a rather large hole in my front yard. It probably started as a gopher hole but over time, thanks to some industrious dogs, it has become fairly large.
I looked out my front window the other day to see one of the barn cats walking towards itand then, to my surprise, she got in.
I have no idea what the fascination with that hole is but the next time Salem was outside,
he decided to check it out.
(knowing Salem, he did it to irritate the barn cat)This didn't go over well. But there wasn't much to be done about it so they came to a mutual agreement:
Pretend the other doesn't exist and that you are sitting where you are sitting because that is how you planned it.