These puppies seem to be bombproof. They knocked over an ex pen panel which hit the floor with a bang. They all froze for a second at the clatter and then ran toward it. Absolutely what you want to have puppies do. They seem to be fearless. I expanded their play area into the hallway and they just swarmed beyond their comfort zone like it was an everyday thing.
They have seen the cats on and off all of their short lives, particularly Weasley who does not stalk them so much as observe. I keep expecting him to flip open a writing pad and start jotting notes. Occasionally he gets in there to encourage certain behaviour - he wouldn't make a very good journalist.
Maroon, who lost her ribbon, and who I now call Elsa (reg'd name Invictus Born Free), decided upon a close inspection. Weasley returned the favour. I'm not sure if it was much of a stare down because Elsa's vision is limited to very near sight and a world of fuzz beyond. 
Weasley must have thought this was a little too close for comfort, much like being a biologist surrounded by a pride of lions. Elsa escorted him (cool if you get the Elsa reference) out of the room.
Blue, who is slowly catching up with everyone else, decided to see what the fuss was about and they all disappeared into the hall. I didn't follow but the puppies returned a moment later cat free. 
Not much has been seen of Ceilidh this litter, she's been through two litters so far and this is old hat for the fluffiest cat. Once again Elsa is the puppy taking on the cat. 
Ceilidh did an about face and Elsa saw her on her way. Elsa is a pretty darn confident puppy. The cats do not seem to feel threatened by the puppies. No claws, no hissing, mostly quiet contemplation and passive avoidance. Where's Mallaig ... not a hair to be seen. The puppies are totally alien to her.
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