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I LOVE that one!! We used to have a coffee cup of that when I was a kid, and another one with the guy talking to the dog, and the dog just heard, "Blah, blah, blah, GINGER, blah, blah..."
I'm not sure what kind of cat Weasel is- he was a stray kitten that walked into the minivan when I was dropping off my daughter in Kindergarten 8 years ago- you could pull right in front of the doors and I'd leave the car open so my other daughter could watch me walk the one up the steps. I got back in one day and then heard a weird noise a few blocks away- Lydia was giggling it was her kitten that had weaseled in...and that's how my kid was at 3!
There was a house across from the school that was always crawling in kittens because the college kids that lived there wouldn't pay for spaying their cats- and the kittens would get run over, etc.
I kept him.
Here's another- his favorite way to sleep:
He's not really all that fat, just HUGE!
I'm more afraid of him sitting on our 10# dog than he would be of me sitting on him...