Strange bedfellows.

Maggie the dog and Ling-ling the cat, get on fairly well together. I have to say, that although both are females, I trust the dog more. Usually, the cat greets me in the morning, with an exchange of whisker rubbing. Ling-ling, likes to take her early morning drink of water, from my glass of water, that accompanies my medication time, as nurse Ratchett might have said. (One flew over the cuckoo's nest.) Maggie the dog, loves any contact. On the contrary, Ling-ling loves contact, but not on her back, PLEASE. I have several scars related to this. However, this appears to have been a peaceful non-confrontation. Our previous Jack Russel, Judy, had a similar arrangement. Was it ever thus?
Adios.