We haven't spoken of the various residents of this madhouse as of late.

Hobbes is doing well at fifteen years of age, maintaining weight and quality of coat.



His interest in life is excellent. A few days ago he decided chasing Lucy the Micro-panther about the house was the thing to do and, like in many things in Hobbes' world, anything worth doing is worth doing to the limit. Lucy is extremely athletic, bounding up the Trainasium then leaping off from five feet to the floor at full chat. She made the mistake of thinking the Old Man would not be up to the challenge. The foolishness of youth...

Meanwhile, Pat the Bunny and his cohort are enjoying life in the garden. He's full-grown now, still has the red fur between the shoulderblades that allows me to identify him personally. Here he is consulting the famous Diogenome the Cynic who spends his time with his lantern seeking an Honest Rabbit.