115 hours of cohabitation

Katiekins is sleeping on Brian's computer chair and the cats are downstairs on their perch. Considering 115 hours of co-habitation so far, the interspecies relations are going better than expected. Simon lets Katie walk by him now; he doesn't puff up, hiss, back away indignantly, or freeze stock still. Belle, although horrified to find Katie in Belle's own patented on-Shane's-neck position last night, sniffed Katie's rump this morning in hopes Katie would leave some doggie kibble behind in the bowl. I left the room before I could find out, but I suspect some sharing occured.