Fifty-Fifty and Vespa have a dysfunctional relationship. On one hand, Fifty loves Vespa and Vespa loves Fifty. On the other hand, one is a spazzy cat and the other one is a dog with a strong herding instinct.
This is what happens around the clock.
F: Oh, Vespa? Where am I? Can you catch me? Watch me run! Watch me! Watch me!
V: Must. Herd. Cat.
Fifty: Neener, neener, neeeeener! You caaaan't catch meeee!
Vespa: Wanna bet?
Rinse and repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
If I tell Vespa to leave it, she will. However, Fifty is just awful and she'll rub herself all over Vespa while Vespa is in a time out for chasing. What a brat!
After Vespa and Fifty play a few rounds of their pointless chase game, they snooze near each other so they can play "you can't catch me" at a moment's notice.
The weirdest part of this game is that Fifty will let Vespa nibble behind her ears and on her throat. Who has ever seen a cat willingly lift her head so a giant dog can nibble on her throat? Does my cat have a death wish? It's like the circus man who puts his own head within a lion's mouth. I will provide photographic evidence soon...