There are a few cats roaming around this house, but none are like Roozle’s Patrick. She called him Putters for a long time so we sometimes still do. He’s big. Very big. And very slow. Which is probably why she can always get to him. The others are long gone before she even reaches for them. But not Patrick. He’s always there. Being sat on. Being brushed. She pets him. She tries to feed him crackers. She scratches his head and pulls on his ears. He has never scratched her or even thought about it. Maybe because he’s a really lazy cat. Maybe he actually likes her. It’s hard to tell. Our friends call him a bath mat. He certainly is. And he’s a good boy. Most of the time.