They ARE. We have the cutest darn cats. And Molly is really good with
them, but that's a pretty recent thing. Miss Kitty, Shane and Emma all
play with her, curl up with her and generally act like buddies. Partly,
that's because they all arrived shortly before, or long after, we had to
send Bo (short for "Bozo, the dog with two neurons") to the Rainbow
Bridge. He....was broken in some way. It was quite sad, really.

Mostly a not-too-bright black lab cross, very loving mostly, but with an
unexpected and unpredictable aggressive streak which came out at cats
and at Molly. The older owners learned to avoid dogs, due to him. Molly
stayed very subdued and submissive while he was alive.

He was a humane society boy, we got him at about 8-9 months old but the
"wiring" was broken by then. He never ever got aggressive with *me* (I
was absolutely the Alpha Bitch), but we didn't trust him alone with cats
or kids or anyone who would not be able to roll him if needed.

By the time he went RB at 12, he was arthritic, mostly blind, mostly
deaf and had stopped really living. Once he was not in the house, Molly
(the yellow lab) bloomed and so did her relationship with cats.

Although it IS funny watching the two species interact, especially
playing, as Shane will try to bat at Molly and chase her paws and such.
It's like, one is playing football and the other is playing basketball,
and they're all "whoa! what you do THAT for??"

Deborah
has now decided that her clowder shall be called The Gang of Eight.

Thanks! It's my ID picture on my Yahoo IM.

Deborah
slave to the Gang of Eight