We have two pit mixes. Roger's APBT mixed with some sort of gremlin, best we can tell; and we dunno what kind of mix Lily is, but she's APBT and something.
Our cats don't have any patience for these dogs. Bean – the small one – will staple herself to Lily's face and ride her to the ground, then lap up her doggy tears of shame.
Roger doesn't really step to the cats anymore, but I remember one time he thought he'd run up on Mo, who turned on him and slapped the taste out of his mouth, then kept working him until she'd backed him up all the way across the house.
They're all rescues. Mo's the only animal I've ever had that I picked out at birth.