The Molting One is my wife's cat.
He suffers from nervous delusions I think.
He does the nervous shedding thing, and runs from his own tail when he sees it move.
When we had the dog, he seemed to think she was okay, if a bit on the drooly side.
(Even if he did leave his molted fur on her nose thus making the dog sneeze uncontrollably.)
Cat that's that old?
Ouch.
It's kind of like that dog on
Spin City.
I think its name was "Rags", though I'm not positive.
Some of my friends have dogs, including my friend Pepper, who has a little pug.
I'm not sure how his girlfriend feels about that, but I guess she's put up with it to this point in time.