This is our furry friend. His name is Stinky, on account of his breath which was God awful before we took him to a vet to get a rotten fang extracted. (This is an adopted stray, long story, etc.)
He is an old man, and cannot eat too much, or too fast, because he pukes his guts out...

And this is a nightly visitor, an opposum who enjoys a hot meal some nights, when Stinky tosses his cookies...

Hey, a hot lunch is a hot lunch!