Three weeks later and Otis (aka - Road Kill) and Napoleon are nearly inseparable. Today as I was leaving to make a trip to the grocery store I went to put Napoleon away in his crate and Otis ran in after him and plopped down in the back of the crate while Napoleon curled up next to him. I sat there bewildered for a moment before closing the gate and leaving with a big smile on my face. The wrestle each other and run laps around the house and even attempt to share each other's food (though I highly discourage this whenever I catch them). It's like a scene straight out of "Fox and the Hound", they're the best of friends and aren't even aware they're such a funny pair.
Unfortunately since I am engaged to be married in October, Napoleon and I will be moving in with Paul and my step-dog Jake, a 9 year old boxer/lab mix who is adorable and sweet and loving but who has an intense fixation with cats. So far he has been unable to adjust to the kitten's presence in the house and more often than not attempts to chase Otis down with aggressive barks that frighten me. It pains me to watch Napoleon and Otis cuddle knowing that their future together looks bleak. And that is nothing to the pain I feel when I imagine parting with Otis and giving him to another family. Though I suppose THAT is nothing to the pain I would feel if I came home and found that Jake had eaten poor Otis :/
