Then there's food. Beckham is a total grazer, and since we've lived in this place, we've only ever kept his food in one spot. That is, until Geneva came into our lives. She had scarfed down nearly half a cup of ridiculously expensive cat food in the time it takes to do a slow-mo "Nooooooooo" on her first evening of residence. We thought the simple solution was to move the food to a place accessible by the cat, but not the dog. Wrong. Even though the cat knew where his food was, he went all Ghandi on us and didn't eat for two days, and then kept us up all night with his yowling and scratching at the door to the closet where the extra food is stored. So now we have to oh so carefully set out Beckham's food when Genenva is in her crate, and make sure it is put up again before we let her out. And did I mention that because we now do this, the cat will eat his food, no matter where we put it??? Or the fact that the dog thinks that the all natural hulled wheat cat litter we use is food, and thus spends a good part of her day trying to eat it???
Overall, this whole experience could be MUCH worse. They are both really good pets, and very loving. Hence why they follow me around the house, everywhere I go. It's like an animal parade. I understand when moms talk about getting no peace in the bathroom. Beckham has always followed me in there for attention, it's as if he knows he has a captive audience with nothing better to do than pet him. But Geneva totally does it too, which is somewhat problematic, given the size of our tiny bathroom, and how disconcerting it is to have a dog plop her head on your knee while you're trying to get some business done. Our next place must have a bigger bathroom, if only to accommodate my ability to be in there with a dog and a cat. No exceptions.
I wouldn't trade this time for the world, though. It's so sweet to lay on the couch doing homework, and have the dog peacefully napping on the floor at my feet, and the cat laying on top of the sofa just above my head. I wish I had any pictures of it, because it is so sweet, but that means that Geneva would have seen someone moving around, and so then she would move too, and the peace is broken. So instead, you will just have to take my word that it's precious. And while Geneva isn't the ideal dog for us, instead of quenching our dog desires with a part-time foster, it makes us realize that this is do-able, even though it requires some extra maneuvering and patience. So no permanent dog for us yet, but sooner rather than later, that will become our reality.
Anyone out there with cats and dogs: do yours get along? Politely ignore each other? Play together? Fight? Hide in terror?