I had a tabby cat who was born with no nose. He was missing the nose pad, just had some little holes for breathing. He was abandoned by his mother and I raised him with a doll bottle and formula. He was a wonderful companion and lived to be sixteen.
When I saw today’s comic, I thought of the same incident, and looked at the comments solely to see if anyone mentioned it. I was pleased someone did, for the reason you just stated.
I was something of a tomboy, but I also played with dolls. When I had two my real-life “dolls,” feeding and dressing them, reading and singing to them, was the most fun ever!
That’s actually funny!