When I first came to live in my house Scratchy was already there. I don’t think he liked me very much. I hardly knew he was around for a long time. He hung out on top of the kitchen cabinets and only came down to eat and use his litter box. Then he jumped right back up to the top of those cabinets.
I kind of wanted to get to know Scratchy, but I really didn’t mind that he stayed out of the way because that meant I had the people all to myself. I had been living in dog jail for a long time and I had to share the people there with lots of other dogs. Having people of my own was like heaven for me.
Scratchy finally got tired of hanging out by himself and decided to come down. It took him about ten months though. Now I had someone else to play with, but he didn’t play fair. He’d jump up onto a counter so he was higher than me and when I jumped up to get to the same height he’d scratch me on the nose. Ouch!!!