we've all gone soft

I think it's a measure of how old we three are that I have a cat and a dog on my bed.
Me, showing my age, because I swore I would not even let the dog in the house, let alone on the pillow where he is now!
Him, because until very recently (when his pancreatitis and arthritis took hold) he would have chased, harrassed and bitten the cat until I came to her rescue.
Her, because until very recently (when she learned to stand up for herself and rake him on the nose) she would have dropped a lung and run for her life.
But here they are, both snoring their muffled little snores, on my bed.
Normally, she would stay in and he would go out. Cat in, dog out, like the kids book.
But tonight, I might just let him stay where he is.
All hell could break loose if he hears a burglar/possum/pin drop in the house next door.
But, baby, it's cold outside.
We've all gone soft.