And now for something completely different: two large expensive pets of the past, heading out for a late afternoon snack:
Kasya, now about 9 months old, doesn’t seem to quite have the hang of feline dignity yet. 
She was asleep until I moved closer with my phone.
Looks like a cat that was assembled by someone who didn’t read the instructions.
I think you mean Ikea-grams. Half the instructions I get today are in the form of cryptic pictograms, rather than written in text!
Rubber Cat, Rubber Cat, what are they feeding you?
Rubber Cat, Rubber Cat, it’s not your fault. 
18 yo, a featherweight, missing half his teeth, brought us a muskrat last summer.
(laughing) She gets the same food as her big brother: some Friskies Pate each day, and free-feed kibble.
One of mine made it to about 22; we didn’t know his exact age. In his last summer, almost all his muscle wasted and a lot of teeth gone, he caught one last mouse inside the house.
He ate every bit of it, even the bits that cats usually leave; purring his head off the whole time.
From the long-ago files: Pumpkin hanging with his brother Squash.
22! Wow, Toby might be a contender for reaching 20,21. He’s a survivor, the Vet says he’s in pretty good shape. Has a thyroid condition managed by meds and his bloodwork comes back normal. He can’t groom himself very well too stiff and needed a bath and a sedated grooming session last year to rid him of mats (obvious in that picture). I’ve been spritzing him this winter with Burts Bees dry shampoo for cats then gently brushing
Him. Seems to keep the dry skin at bay and silkens his coat. Could knock him over with a feather but still he demands respect from our other two cats who arrived as kittens six years ago and outweigh him now
Animals’ relative weights at the time they first meet remain their relative weights for their entire lives, and they don’t forget it. When Bear (lab mix) and Spunky (cat) first met, they were the same size, and Spunky was stronger. At their peaks, Spunky was six pounds and Bear was sixty, but still, neither of them ever forgot that she was just as big as him and stronger.
Yeah. When I was a teenager we got a lab/german shepherd mix, Maggie. She was the same size as our cat, Pokie. The first day we had her home, she went bounding up to Pokie, who calmly swatted her across the nose. Maggie grew up to be about 70 pounds. She and Pokie were fast friends for the next twelve years, until he passed on. But there was never any question who was in charge.
I haven’t been able to post pics here since October as I lost access to my old Flickr account because I got rid of everything Comcast and my Comcast email was connected to it. Couldn’t remember my password for the life of me and I had no way to get it sent to me. Whatever. I’ve got a new account rolling. So here are some pictures of my happy boy Bob. He’s been coming with me to work at doggy daycare and he’s been having a blast. The coaches all tell me he’s the happiest boy in the room.
A, that first picture looks like he’s cheating on a test from the Border Collie next to him.
B, whew, that green is actually a reflection of something, not actually on his face. It had me a bit worried.
In more dour news, one of my co-workers just lost her puppy. Little Delo had some neurological issues with balance but she lived her best life, had fun and everybody loved her. She just went south real quick and went from this goofy little pup to not eating or drinking and she just couldn’t make it.
RIP Delo.
Hey! Who’s the guy in the red suit next to Bob?
Uh … Santa Claus. What is ya, ignerent?
That’s an old joke involving the Pope and it’s not that funny anyway.
Well, I mean, if you thought it was me, it’s not. It’s Santa Claus. He’s a real person. Like I’d dress up like Santa Claus to take pictures with every dog that comes into daycare for the holidays. I’m waaaaay too cool for that. Yeah. That’s right.
Is there an opening right now for such a thing?
(Cough) Yeah, that’d be weird.