The eating scene in the 1963 TOM JONES - Alfred Finney and Joyce Redmond.

And there is a long tradition:

Well, not in the same spirit, but those two backs behind Martha are Keith and me.

This cat is a person, too, but sometimes also a conqueror. That is the dog's crate. Officially.

Caturday cat sharing bed with her sister-of-another-species. The fact that it's *my* bed seems to make no difference.

And this is my ZZ, whom the vet described as "remarkable." During the wellness exam last week, her heart rate never went up in any kind of anxiety or excitement, she explored the office with a sense of ownership, and she loved them cleaning her ears and clipping her claws. She is 11, and a marvel.

For the entire 1980s, sheer perfection both outside and inside.

For an added, totally irrelevant, note: I once dated the grapes in an FTL TV commercials. It went sour.

The view out my kitchen window today.

God, am I old!

ZZ says "Hi" back.

I'm this old: