And you just can't pass them up.
Like this vintage (1950's?) photo.
Someone loved this kitty enough to take a portrait, blow it up to 8x10, frame it and then keep it for approximately 60 years.
Or if he goose-stepped with one paw raised, or toddled along in a bowler hat twirling his cane.
Or maybe he wiggled his eyebrows, chewed on his cigar, and hung out with Harpo and Chico.
Yes, I bought him. No, I have no idea why. Everyone needs an 8x10 of the Fuhrer, don't they?