When I returned home, Thatch, Annabelle, and I had a 3-way game of fishie on a pole. Annabelle jumps on top of Thatch's cage and sits in an aluminum backing pan, trying to catch the fish, and keeping an eagle eye on the baby. After we stoped playing, Joshie called and while we were talking, I saw Thatch stretch himself up, hold the top bars of the cage with one front paw while he tried to pet Annabelle with the other. Since he usually runs from her, I call this MAJOR PROGRESS!