Cats and Flying tackles

Quinn has become particularly fond of our two cats, Luther & Tulsa. So much so that he chases them around, and lays a flying tackle on them if he can get anywhere near them. Luther, lacking a strong (any?) sense of self-preservation quite often stands in for the punishment. I fear $800 vet bills but so far there has been no damage. Tulsa, as always afraid of everything, at least this time rightfully so, has escaped mostly unscathed.

For awhile we seemed to be getting through with the "Gentle Pats" mantra. But now the glowing loving grinning compulsion obliterates all thoughts of gentleness as he crawls around in hot pursuit. I will say that it has made his crawling much faster. He is also learning to pounce because he knows they run away, although he missed once tonight and faceplanted on the ottoman.

He truly loves those cats. I think the cats, Luther at least, love Quinn too. This will be a lifelong loving relationship, I'm sure. If they live long enough,that is...