Gloria came over today with a small beagle in her arms that she had found
while she was walking in the woods, checking the fences. I was scared when I
saw her approach, thinking the little dog might be injured, but no, she was
carrying him because her dogs were unhappy about his presence and being mean
to him.

The beagle had a name and phone number on his collar, and Gloria used my
phone to leave a message on the owner's phone to call me, then left the dog
in my living room and went home. Meanwhile, Abelard, Tommy and Eli all had
their fur and backs raised and kept their distance. Baby Eyes was in another
room at the time.

The beagle noticed the catfood dish on the kitchen floor and headed that
way, so I carried him outside and tied him to a post at the base of the
porch steps, to await the owner to reclaim him. I didn't want to let him eat
here and get any notions about coming back.

A little while later, I went out on the porch. Baby Eyes followed me, walked
right up to the beagle, sniffed him for a few moments, then began licking
his head.

I don't think I've ever seen a cat spend so little time investigating a dog
before treating it like a beloved family member. Baby Eyes never ceases to
amaze me.