The cat is still not speaking to Milo, though Skimble continues to be affectionate with us - in the basement or outside, that is. Milo is making some progress with the "leave it" command at obedience class, but it's not yet at the level that I would trust him around the cat. It's also occurred to me that not only will I need to train Milo not to chase the cat... I will need to train the cat not to immediately run away from Milo. This may take some doing.
Ariel is getting more accustomed to Milo's presence. She is not overly fond of him, and she still growly-barks at him when he's pestering her, but she will sleep on the floor on her dog bed beside his bed at night - though she could sleep on our bed or elsewhere, if she chose to do so. She also no longer eats anywhere but inside our closed bedroom, since Milo inhales his food at warp speed, then goes looking for her dish to gobble whatever she hasn't eaten yet. In her situation, I'd probably want dining privacy, too!
Figment, my bearded dragon, is unmoved by Milo's presence - though he does gaze through the plexiglass front of his terrarium at this new mammal, and puffed up in defensive mode when Milo wandered into the room and sniffed him when Figment was on one of his outings. Not much phases Figment, however; we could add a dozen cats to the house, and he wouldn't bat an eyelid.
Finally, last but certainly not least, the fish could care less what the mammals are doing or not doing, so long as someone remembers to feed them.
And that's life on our little ark at the moment.
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