Pogeen came to us when she was a month old, and already afflicted with a bad case of demodectic mange and an inverse proportion of sweetheart personality to go with it. Our cat Buddha was maybe a year old tops at the time, and afraid of nothing. Buddha would ride our vacuum cleaner when it was on. He’d attack the steam cleaner, swatting at the water running through the tubes. So while the other cats took a while to adjust to a canine kid in their midst, Buddha embraced his new sibling, alternatively wrestling with her and cuddling her. Three years later? Well, this picture speaks for itself.