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there cowboys in it?” he asked. Because he liked cowboys a whole lot. Cowboys were his favorite.
    They all shook their heads.
    What? “I think I only like shows with cowboys,” the Bad Hat said uneasily. “And scoundrels. And maybe some horses.”
    â€œThere are a few horses,” Jack said. “And a golden Retriever.”
    Kerry shook her head. “No, it’s a yellow Lab.”
    â€œIt’s a golden Retriever!” Jack shouted. “I know it is!”
    The other animals shook their heads, too.
    â€œOh,” Jack said, and shrugged. “Well, okay, all I know is that it’s some dog who looks dumb because he’s too big, instead of being, you know, compact , like me.”
    â€œLittle,” MacNulty said, and Jack pretended not to hear him.
    Well, if there was a dog, and some horses, the show might be okay. But, the Bad Hat would have preferred to see a whole bunch of cowboys. “Are there duels, and saloons, and frightened townspeople?” he asked.
    The animals shook their heads.
    Whoa, seriously? Maybe he should forget about this weird party, and go back to his kennel and get some sleep.
    â€œJust watch,” Florence said. “And enjoy snacks. But, don’t talk while it’s on. That’s our one rule.”
    â€œAnd don’t bite anyone,” Matthew said. “Isn’t that a rule, too?”
    â€œIt’s a rule especially for you , Matt,” Benjamin said.
    â€œOkay.” Matthew shrugged. “I knew it was a rule of some kind.”
    â€œSo, it’s all right if I bite anyone I want?” the Bad Hat asked, just to be difficult.
    â€œShhh ,” they all said.
    Divas. He was surrounded by freakin’ divas.
    â€œCole, if you please,” Florence said to the big grey cat.
    Cole nodded, and carefully tapped the buttons on various remote controls with his front paw, until the television was on, and a streaming video service appeared on the screen.
    â€œHe’s our primary tech guy,” Benjamin explained.
    More weirdness. And the dog was much too cool to admit that he was impressed. But he was, since he didn’t know how to work any electrical appliances, or even turn a doorknob without a lot of effort.
    All of the animals’ eyes were bright with anticipation. He had never seen a bunch of strays look so happy and content. Actually, he’d almost never really seen anyone looking happy and content.
    Florence reached up and gave him a whack with her paw. “Please make some room for me, Bad Hat. It’s much more secure for me to have a sturdy place to lean, when I’m on the couch.”
    What, she wanted to lean against him? Had he missed the part where he had said that would be okay?
    â€œI, um, I sort of have boundary issues,” the dog said. “So, maybe it would be better if—”
    Never mind, she had already swung both paws up, and was hauling herself laboriously off the floor and onto the cushions. She lurched around to try and find her balance, and then fell on him—which didn’t hurt, because she was tiny. But, it sure made him nervous. So, the dog held himself very rigidly, not sure what to do.
    â€œIt is not comfortable for me, if you sit like that,” Florence said sternly.
    When he’d woken up the other morning, he’d had a home, and a normal life. It maybe wasn’t a great life, or a pleasant home, but he had gotten used to it. Now, he was living with a bunch of strangers, and a crippled cat was giving him instructions.
    But, when she arranged herself against his shoulder, he let her do it, and tried to pretend that it didn’t bother him.
    â€œA dog pillow. Excellent ,” Bert, the cat who never seemed to stop eating, said through a mouth full of kibble. “Me, too!”
    To the dog’s dismay, the plump cat climbed right up onto his back, yawned, and stretched out. “Thanks, Bad Hat,” Bert said sleepily. “Sometimes