Now, it is true that Cubby the dog, who’s about the mass of a midsize carnival plushy, has no testicles. But that does not stop this little love-bird, this shameless horn-dog, from tailing a potential girlfriend. 

This is a perverse, lopsided love story, featuring interspecies and entertainment. It is a short tale about a dog and a cat, the former pining for the latter, and the latter not giving one goddamn. The cat’s sangfroid is nothing less than majestic. 

But Cubby can be a dingbat, as we all can in matters of the heart. He’s oblivious to Tiger Lily’s sniffy aloofness, her baroque indifference. It’s funny in its way, mostly in how it leaves Cubby bewildered, a Huh? thought balloon hovering above vacant brown eyes. He circles her, snuffling, his voluptuous tail flapping like a palm frond. And Tiger Lily rolls her eyes, arches her back, drowsily meows: buzz off.

It brings to merry mind the amorous cartoon skunk Pepe Le Pew who invariably falls hard for a cat he thinks is a fellow skunk and proceeds to wolfishly stalk her. Unrequited hijinks ensue. Does Cubby think Tiger is a dog? Doubtful. He’s just cultivating a crush on a foxy feline, I suspect. He’s lonely, and he’s got a hot roommate playing hard to get.

Let’s anthropomorphize even more. When he’s not giving her fluttery bedroom eyes, Cubs, in a snit of jealous rejection, assassinates Tiger’s character: Tease! Floozy! It’s like “Love Island,” without the love or the island (or the silicone, spray tans and lavish idiocy). It’s not nice, but again, the cat is immune to any emotional attentions from the dog. She shrugs, then hacks a magnificent hairball.

Cubby’s a blundering suitor, awash in ineptitude, like a teen boy trying to seduce a 40-year-old — the reverse equation of “The Graduate,” say, though I think the dog and cat are about the same age. Anyway. You gotta feel for old Cubs. Except when Tiger gets too close to his chew bone and he lunges at her, Cubby is a perfect gentleman. 

Still, in her slinky wisdom, the cat’s having none of it. Flowers fail, chocolates choke. The dog’s cute tilted-head gazes are wasted. His wistful woofs ignored. This, she decides, is strictly platonic. Cubs returns to his doggie bed, curls up and sighs. Tiger steals away beneath the sofa. And so the pets remain furry frenemies, barking up the wrong tree and purring in exquisite solitude.