That's Moo Moo. He's the eldest and patron of our four-cat family. (Apparently cats are perfectly capable of mating and conceiving before they're old enough to have those features deprecated.) Time was if you came at Moo Moo with a tiara, he'd dart like a...well...like a cat darting away from someone coming at them with a tiara.

As you can see, times have changed. Now I confess that I myself have, over the years, tried to put the occasional baseball cap on Moo Moo. My three year old daughter succeeded where I failed. I'm in big trouble.

Moo Moo and I shared a beer tonight. We understand each other. Scoff if you will, young men, at your tiara-wearing elders, but your time will come. Oh yes, your time will come.