Bretheren, we are witnessing the beginning of a beautiful, lifelong friendship between a dog and a fire hydrant. Sigh. They grow up too fast.

Look at this wretched cat. It’s been so long since he’s sniffed a clean hand, he’s forgotten what it even feels like.

Won’t you give generously?

The cats of Kensington Market live a squalid existence, subsisting on castoff fish guts and the occasional handout of questionable provenance from departing Roach-O-Rama patrons. We got this one into treatment just in time. I’m hopeful for her future, but staff at the clinic tell me that brownies keep disappearing from the communal kitchen. It’s a long road, Augusta, but it’s worth it.

Subsequent to the laying on of hands, this innocent looking creature immediately confessed to a prior career as a full-time witch’s familiar.  She promised to melt her cauldron into farm implements for the needy.