talk last night. It happened late last night after I finished my work for the day at midnight. Steve let the dogs in while I was in the shower and Mikey chased my cat Molly all over the house barking at her and she was howling and hissing and generally p--ed off. I don't think she got hurt though. Steve had gone back out in the yard and didn't hear me or them yelling at him to go break it up so I get out of the shower all wet and POed and found Molly sitting in my poinsetta (which is not good for cats) and Mikey halfway up the wall barking at her. He didn't listen to me. No ear flicked when I called his name. Nothing. I was choked and gave him verbal what-for. I know it wasn't the best response but he knew I was mad. I went and towelled off and looked for Mikey who was right outside the door waiting. He was worried of course because he's always worried. LOL And I sat down and we had our talk. I thought he understood that he can't chase cats. But I woke up at 6:30 am with the curtain railing falling to the floor because Mikey had chased a cat (Molly again I think) up there. So I tossed both dogs outside but it was frosty and Mikey was COLD and tried to scratch his way through the door getting back in. And then he was HUNGRY even though that's not when he normally eats. I fed him anyway and tossed him back outside for a few more minutes. What a day.