Not a good combination. It is a natural tension between these two, so I don’t blame the dog for running down the calico…who by the way fits easily in his mouth. But as natural as it is, it is still a disturbing sight. I really thought I was going to have to bury the sweet little kitty (without an official name yet – for those of you who know me, we wait to see how long they stick around before we name them). But she seems to be doing very well…even after a few hours of totally rejecting any consoling from me.