This is P.C,, who owes his place with us to the dachshund, who is his best friend. P.C. stands for Patient Cat; P.C. will let the dachshund drag him all over the place by the fur.

Nermal technically belongs to our daughter Maria, but he's been staying with us. He's a fine cat. I may not give him back.

Phaedrus also belongs to Maria, but is staying with us. Another fine cat, but much more shy than Nermal.

This marmalade tom has been showing up and chasing P.C. away from his food dish. So, finally, I put out an extra food dish, and now he eats peaceably with the other cats. I suppose I may as well come up with a name for him.

Our current dachshund, Inky. August 2010.

Dachshunds have always had a prominent role in my life. This is my mom, my sis,
and Ike I, summer 1954.

This was Yoshi, Maria's faithful little friend for twelve years. It was a hot summer day in Dallas, but he'd seen a squirrel go up that tree, and he wasn't leaving his post until he'd caught the critter.

Inky as a puppy. March 5, 2007.

The poor little guy just couldn't believe we could expect him to go out and do his business when there was snow on the ground. February 2009.

P.C., August 2010.

Meghan and Noname, Fall 2005

Xander, Shauna's very manly dog. (Notice the Antonio-Banderas eyes.)

Evan's rabbit, Mr. Bunny Rabbit, who passed away on August 22, 2010.

Noname, 2006.

Meghan's kitten, Luna, 2006.

Callie, 2006.

Shauna and Cyndi with Sara, the yellow lab
(All four of my kids insist that I did not raise them, the dog did.)

Diane and Ike III, 1972.

Diane & Ikey, April 1972

Mom always objected to every animal we ever got, but she never held out for long. Here she is with Timmy, June 1972.

We got Timmy because Sammy had been missing for three weeks. The day we brought Timmy home, Sammy showed up, and was horrified that we'd replaced him.
     Fortunately, he got over it. Here they are, piled up on Diane's bed, June 1972.

Diane and Sammy II, Christmas 1972.

Diane and Timmy