Ray is being good. Despite the fact that he has rediscovered the joy of cat-box crunchies and stealing half full cat food cans off of the kitchen counter while his mom goes off to feed his new siblings, Ray has been pretty good.
Ray was good when Juno was playing with one of his dog-feet while Ray was stretched out on his side on the floor. While Ray snoozed, Juno batted at the big rubbery, black pad, boxing it with both of her little paws. He did nothing when she jumped up on the couch and accidentally landed on his side not realizing that she was standing on a dog, and did nothing when she came to sit next to me and flopped over against his back, again, not realizing that the warm solid wall she was leaning against was Ray.
Mornings and evenings during crazy hour are a bit tougher for Ray. Listening to the kittens race back and forth and up and down bring out Ray's hunting instincts. His tail curls over his back and he paces around trying to find those pesky varmints making all the noise. When he thinks he's found one, he lets me know which pretty effectively brings everything to a screeching halt. We are working on that and seem to have made some progress.
Today Ray chased the kittens for 15 minutes or so before climbing up on Gregg's chair and sitting alertly, listening to them play. As a treat for being so good, I let Ray give Juno a quick lick on the head. Juno didn't seem particularly happy about it, but Ray seemed pretty pleased.