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Our Ragdoll breed cat, Zorro, is just the sweetest, laid-back kind of guy you would ever want to snuggle with on your bed or have sandpaper lick your hand. Typical of the breed, he loves his people family more than his Fancy Feast. (Or, at least we come in a very close second.)

His breed is often referred to as the most like a dog,' so when we adopted him at one-year of age, he did seem to lack many typical cat traits. How many cats do you know that come and greet you at the door? Or, how many cats do you know that will follow you around the house? Instead of calling him Zorro, I wonder if Rover might have suited him better.

About a year after we adopted him, we moved to a location on a hill above a Nevada desert golf course where an assortment of wildlife passed by every day. What came as a surprise was a roadrunner we named 'Rocky,'that visited us daily.

I met Rocky for the first time one morning as he pecked a greeting on one of our French doors. I was fascinated with this primitive, even scary looking, huge bird fearlessly making himself known. When I went over to the door to get a closer look at him, he gave me the once-over, just as I was doing the same to him. When he didn't run away, I called: "Zorro, come!" hoping he would come join me at the door. It must have been the tone of my voice, perhaps tinged with excitement that brought him zooming to a stop beside me.

By this time, Rocky had lost interest in me. Instead, he jumped on top of our patio table, and began scanning the horizon for movement that might translate into his breakfast. Zorro could see him, but he had not yet seen Zorro.

My big guy was mesmerized. His smoky gray, elegant tail was waving furiously as he paced in front of the French doors. Eventually, Rocky moved on to the serious business of lizard hunting. I felt disappointed because I really wanted to see what Rocky's reaction would be to Zorro.
As luck would have it, I did not have to wait long to find out.

The next morning, there Rocky was again, pecking at the French doors, intense black eyes trying to see in through the glass. Again I called, "Zorro, come!" This time Zorro ran so fast, he overran and actually slid into the glass door. Suddenly, they were face-to-face. It was a stare-down of epic proportions. I could see curiosity mixing around with the caution in their eyes.

Being a smart guy, and not quite confident about of the situation, Zorro sat down to take a load off his paws. He gave me a look that said, "What IS that thing?"

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