Imagine Mother Theresa standing over the bed, pillow in hand,
More realistically, imagine Mother Teresa not giving pain meds to patients so they can "suffer like Christ on the cross", except that that's a thing she actually did.
I've got a 10y old beagle brittany mix named Hunter, a ~3y old tuxedo pattern short hair cat named Lucy (alternately Lucifer if she's being bad), and a ~3y old hound mix of some kind (you can see the beagle in her, think she's mixed with basset, some kind of terrier, or both - whatever it is her parentage favors short legs) named Monday. Hunter has been with my wife well before I was in the picture, we got Lucy as a kitten, and Monday about a month ago.
Hunter is pretty chill with whatever, so long as he gets his treats and his pets. Except for black guys (especially around their mid-teens to early 20s), he's a pretty overtly racist dog. But then my wife saved him from being beaten with a pipe by two young black guys, which also explains his aversion to anything long and arrow, like brooms, mops, uncle rollers and the like. He is the cuddliest thing and he especially loves kids. Only bit one person in his life, and it was my wife's ex-husband, and he deserved it. Broke her nose, got a hole worth a dozen or so stitches in his leg. That was the night she left him and called her daddy to come get her and bring her back home. From halfway across the country.
Lucy is attached to him, she was a runt and bullied by her siblings and rejected by her mom before we got her, he was the first four legged thing she'd ever seen that was nice to her. She absolutely will not tolerate another cat (I don't blame her, given her background). She was wary of Monday for about a week, then curious, now she's OK with her in a way she very definitely isn't and doesn't become with other cats.
Monday's the new pup in the house. She was found by one of the employees at the shelter, she was staying under an abandoned car in an overgrown field with a litter of puppies. Shelter named her Monday and her puppies Tuesday-Sunday. She's a sweetheart who's happy so long as someone is showing her attention. Hunter's jealous, but we kind of expected that. He'll likely get over it once he's used to her. We're worried there's something up with her back right leg after she was spayed - it was apparently a rough surgery due to her being "inappropriately bred", they were estimating her age at around 3 and that she's likely had at least as many litters.