The cat pictured above (Bo) is 13 years old. Most visitors to my mother's house over that span have never seen him. They all probably thought we were making him up, but while pretending to have a second cat for 13 years would be a pretty good joke, he does in fact exist.
What can I say? He really likes closets. Strangers not so much.
And, not to play favorites, here are the other two animals of ma mère:
Up top we've got Princess (aptly named btw) and down low we've got Roxxy (a.k.a. Crazy Dog).
So there. Pet pictures (even if they're not exactly mine). I wonder if I've crossed some sort of Rubicon of blogging?