In my house, answer "A" did kind of happen. When Josh was first diagnosed we were in Children's Hospital in Pittsburgh almost as residents. Pittsburgh is 130 miles from our home. My kids and poor pets were relocated to my mother's house and my husband's parents house. It was rough on everyone. Willow, being an adopted pound-cat already was quite stressed, and when things settled down, we decided to let my mom keep her since they seemed to grow attached. My mom only lives a few blocks from us so we see her all the time, but it was a tough decision in the beginning. I dont know that she grew more attached to my mom, but we thought it would be easier on her than switching her back and forth between houses and different dogs every other week. Not that I think Persi could grow more attached to anyone but you Lee
Long answer to the first question - sorry.
My cats dont really hide. But they occasionally go underneath out tub - there is an access panel that they get in through. Whenever I find them covered in dust and cobwebs, I know where they've been. Their favorite place to sleep though, is either on the dining room chairs (when they are tucked under the table) or the cushy computer chair! Roly likes to sleep on the arm of my couch. I'm constantly having to vacuum his fur off the arm. I should just give up and start decorating accordingly. It's an angore couch - yeah - that's it
I think cats think they are better than dogs - most definitely! They think they are better than everyone
They rule the roost. Dogs wouldnt tease a cat - if they want 'em, they're just gonna go after them. Cats will egg a dog on I think - they know they're more agile and can get away. When I was a kid we had a chihuahua and a cat and lived in a ranch-style house with a long hall leading to the bedrooms. We would sit in the dining room and watch the chihuahua chase the cat down the hall, only to see the cat chase the dog back out of the hall. It was a hilarious site to see! I always imagined that the cat would walk by the dog with a Na-Na-Na-Na-Na air about her, teasing the dog, coaxing him into a chase. Inevitably the dog would bite and begin the chase.... then when the cat had him where she wanted, she would attack him down the hall!
If your SIL was cooking steak for the dog, I can only imagine that Persi is demanding the same luxuries! Tuna-ala-mode, Shrimp on the Bar-B, Viva Las Liver, and table scraps all around!
PS - Welcome back Lee!!! I'm so glad you're back!! I know you're enjoying the frills of being home. There's nothing like your own pillow and a hot shower to remind us that "There's No Place Like Home!"