That's such a great pic, Alain, and perfectly illustrates how "our" cats are really pretty much in charge. It's always a terrible day when, as cat "owners", we have to do the right thing by them.
Interestingly, and illustrative of how time becomes fleeting, the other day Mrs. C was on her Faces-books page, and asked me, "how old are our cats? Four, five and six years old?" For the live of me, I couldn't recall. Murphy, O'Brian and Smokey had seemed to have been around forever, and at the same time, it didn't seem that long, either. I recall posting some pics here of 'em and found this one:
Which I posted of Murphy over six years ago; I was astonished--Murphy still acts like a particularly dim-witted kitten, but he was middle-aged, in cat years, and he's the youngest of the three.
I made sure I gave all three of the furry Irish hooligans extra treats and hugs that night.