Yeas ago one of my friends had a Great Dane. He started dating a chick that he married that had a cat named Glen.
That Dane could leave a pile that would kill a lawn mower engine.
She looked in astonishment at the size of the dog and asked "what does it cost to feed that monster" and Gary said well the bag of dry food is however much it was back then and he eats this much each day so the cost is about 15 cents per day. Then he asked how much it cost to feed the cat. "Well he gets a can of this fancy can food and that is 90 cents per day...." She never mentioned the cost of feeding the dog again.
The cat was used to dogs and like any cat would try to defend itself. The dog could eat the cat in three gulps if he wanted. They ended up as best friends and slept together and played together. The cat even knew he had a BIG buddy protector. Some other stray male cat came over the fence chasing Glen. He ran right to Duke and Duke went to protect my buddy mode. The stray cat never bothered Glen ever again.
