Nacho's still got it

Since Frazier dropped into our lives, I've noticed that while the cats finally seemed to have accepted his presence, Nacho seemed to have lost a little of his spunk. If you have met Nacho, you probably think this is a great thing and I should have been counting my blessings. But Nacho's spunk (a.k.a psychotic episodes) are what make him so special and entertaining. 

After last night, I am no longer concerned. While I was in the office on the computer, I heard a bit of a ruckus coming from the dining room area. All set to scold Frazier for pestering the cats, I stopped short at the sight before me. There was poor Frazier, head hanging low, a confused look in his big brown eyes, trying to escape the corner in which he was blocked by a lunging, swatting, hissing, little orange kitty blocking his every move. Shaking with laughter at the sight before me, I helped my poor puppy past the big, bad kitty.

Yep, he's still got it.