This is as close as Molly and Biscuit Face come to being friends (ie, not at all).
BF is that fluffy lump out there on the lawn.
Molly is the hissing, growling, wailing idiot who refuses to be friends.
But BF is not intimidated. He will not leave. He merely whines mournfully and looks hurt.
Then I go out to play with him and everything's ok again.
Isn't he a charmer?