I went to the Mansion this afternoon for my weekly reading to the Mansion residents (more later) and as we left, Red was heading for the door and Summer, the wild cat we fixed up and ended up in the Mansion, was sitting in the door, blocking it.
Those of us with dogs might look at this scene and expect it to end unhappily, but with Red, I never gave it a second thought. He said out the door and right past Summer, who didn’t blink or move.
There was barely room for the two of them but Red slid right out the door without giving Summer a thought. The two often pass each other in the hallways, there has been no trouble.