Once, we built the pets a yurt. It had linoleum tile inside and stapled-on carpet accents. They used to drag in this octopus and torture it for hours. Then they ate part of the yurt so we had to take it away.
As a youngster, he had this horrible habit of chewing into people-foods to investigate them, leaving a huge mess. I took a photo of him looking guilty one day as I told him what a bad, bad cat he’d been for getting into the powdered sugar.
Agnes had some problems with her butt so the staff at Mission Pet Hospital gave her some stinky ointment and this sweet space collar. I keep running up to her yelling, “Your Majesty, the rebels have blasted through our ion shields!”