My parents live in one of those homes with multiple pets. There's a fish tank with goldfish the size - and with the constitution of - piranhas. There's a turtle named George, who when he first arrived at our house, he was the size of a twoonie. Now he's the size of a dinner plate. The dog, Rosie, has been at our house for almost eight years. She spends her day going back and forth between my parent's home, where she's treated like a dog, and my grandmother's home, where she's treated like a baby.
Finally, this past October, arrived my mother's cat. Part ninja, part sloth, and constantly growing - soon he'll be bigger than the dog, and then there will be trouble. And no, he's not hurting the dog, he's just expressing his difference of opinion on hairstyles.