If you're a feline in a predominantly canine household, be prepared to be run ragged. Bridget the Cat lives with two energetic young Silky Terriers who keep her literally hopping from one piece of furniture to another. Rarely do her little white paws actually touch the floor—at least not when the pups have the zoomies.

They may co-exist peacefully for hours, lounging side by side, each in the middle of a bright square of afternoon sunlight on the diningroom carpet. But the minute anyone comes into the room, they rouse from their slumber and immediately take off after each other, like predator and prey. The chase is on. This normally leads to the 'treeing' of Bridget on some pinnacle of upholstered refuge. The sofa. A kitchen chair. The top of her scratching post. Her kitty condo. From lofty perches such as these, she hunkers down to swat at any dog foolish enough to leap up to harass her further. The tables are turned. But sometimes the pups just drive her loony...as can be evidenced from the picture above where Bridget appears to be trying her level best to swivel her head like that of an owl while contorting her body into an off-kilter sideways sprawl. All the while, she keeps an eye on the enemy—Zack—who views this demonstration of feline acrobatic (and anatomically improbable) skill with some amount of mystification.