Ever since we got our first dog, Mama has periodically wished for a cat which would like dogs. I used to have a hard time believing all she said about how her cats and dogs loved each other because my only experiences in that line involved excited Schnauzers, my stressed out, deaf kitty, and (later on) our whip-thin black cat, Flavia, who hates dogs, and Kep, who loves chasing cats. Then Flavia retired from working and the rats (which are always more or less present on a farm) began multiplying way too fast, so we finally got two young kittens. They were six week old brothers from Shepherd's Hill Farm and are the most wonderful cats. They are sweet to each other and people, and I think they will be great ratters. (BTW, there is one kitten left from this litter who needs a home! Contact me if you are interested in adopting him.) Dickon (left) and Chauncey (right) The first time one of the dogs (Flossy, I think) walked up and sniffed the new kittens, they both to