We had an adult black retriever who had been the only family animal since his puppyhood. Then one day my brother brought home two tiny feral kittens, lord knows how young, but they still had those triangle tails and the little round ears . . . The dog almost went out of his mind with delight. We had to get them both emergency surgery for hernias and he never left the door we'd shut them behind until they could come out. Then he followed them around washing them so hard they couldn't get their chins off the floor and their fur was permanently hedgehog-spiked with dog spit. One of my favourite memories we never got pictures of was the dog eating leftovers out of this giant stew-pot, with the two kittens IN the pot eating right alongside him. I think he used to 'retrieve' them from it when they were full because they were too small to reach the edges and climb out.

That dog was so brainless I never really warmed up to him, but he luuuuurrrrved anything small and fluffy. I don't figure those cats would have lived without him.