I don’t often mention it, but we have a cat:
Chewie’s about 14 years old. Even when she’s relaxing, she looks like she’s thinking evil thoughts.
Schatzi had a big day yesterday: we hashed all afternoon, then had a house full of company in the evening. This is at the party, when she discovered that by sitting on the arm of the sofa, everybody who walked by would give her a pat on the head.