Harry and Hillard formerly fought. So much so that we kept one inside when the other was out. But at some point I grew tired and let them both be out. After a couple of years of that, they are rarely more than 20 yards apart when they are out. One is always watching the the other. If one is getting pats, the other will approach and act like he needs to be patted too. If one is watching squirrels, the other is watching him. It is so funny.
But today they both smell like the clothes fresh out of the dryer. Something about the hot sun of a warm day caused their fur to smell like hot clean clothes.