Speaking of cats, my daughter’s black tomcat, Roo, will be 22 years old in June. He is in good health for such an ancient critter and is reported to spend most of his time sleeping. Needless to say, the daughter is very attached to him, partly because he is just a great cat but also because he is a legacy from her mother. My wonder-dog, Roswell the Atomic Poodle, was similarly one of my wife’s acquisitions. Roswell died 3 years ago at 16 years of age.