I, too, quit worrying about Boots, da Kat, when he'd reached about 5-6 months.
Shadow (my RB Husky/Shepherd) had finally accepted da KAT as a funny-lookin
housemate and they peacefully co-existed (for the most part).

Boots, the still tiny Kitten, had made a note of the fluffy tail-toy that Shadow ALWAYS
carried UP and artfully curled over her left hip - a gently *waving* flag that
the always bored Kitten just couldn't ignore.

Boots would lurk in waiting on the dining room table or on the back of one
of the recliners -
feigning sleep as the DAWG strolled by, flag/tail all a-flutter.

*LEAP * POUNCE * GRAB * BYTE * goes da Kat onto The Tail!
goes the Dawg ...

The Dawg did her best hop/skip/jump to flee from the attack ...
Da KAT would wrap all four paws around The Tail and wrestle it to the ground before releasing and dashing to safety back on the table or
another high spot.

Shadow always had to go lie down and perform a Tail Check to make sure
no permanent damage had been suffered in the attack.

I sure do *miss* you two Clowns!