Becoming fast friends

Bailey, the somewhat wacky dachshund who runs my parents' house, and Gracey, the full-of-mischief black kitten who lives with my sister Suze, are temporarily sharing space.

They really weren't sure of each other at first, looking, but looking away when they sensed the other looking at them. Looking, chasing, ignoring... But now, they seem to be entering the realm of friendship, sitting together, checking each other out. I wonder how they'll react when Mom & Bailey head back to their other home in upstate New York. I sense that they will miss each other. Hopefully they'll carry some memory of their fun so the next melding (as animal friends) will be faster.