Our cat, Trudi, wasn't scared of dogs. Her 'brother' was a huge Alsatian and if she could scrag him then any dog was game.
Tiny was my ex's gran'dad's dog. He was a Yorkie terrier with the same build as an anorexic Chihuahua and he wore a bow, but he lived near Sellafield - he was fission material.
So, Joe is in Leeds to visit family and in he pops with Tiny, who is promptly put on the floor.
Cat sees dog, dog sees cat, and that's it! Growls and hisses and yelps and meows as they go for each other. Every so often they break off for a breather then it's back to the business. It eventually stops and....... there is not a mark on either of them. It was all bluff and bluster.
They tolerated each other, and at times were almost 'friends'.