On the right, Milo. Ornery cuss. Never got used to me moving in four or five years ago. Note the tip of the tail caught in mid-flick.

On the left, Sly. Several years ago, he tried to stop a car with his face. He needed to have his jaw wired up and we had to feed him with a syringe for six weeks. (You should have seen the car!) The nerve in his right eye was damaged so the pupil does not contract, hence the here-almost-imperceptible squint.