That's my old, beloved cat Abigail at about age 16 there. I was about 22. My hair, however, had been growing since the mid-'60s and must have been pushing 30. Good NIGHT, that shit was long. That's at least three or four lifetimes ago.
And here's my fourth-grade star turn as a member of FDR's cabinet in Annie. My role was to get pissed off when Annie started singing "Tomorrow," then get won over and join in. No recordings exist, thank dog.