Poor Pounce, he is such a good cat. He puts up with her mauling him, being the target of some kind of cruel giant-red-ball-bouncing game, chased around the house, squirted with squirt bottles, smothered with blankets, being sat on, dressed in girl clothes…he is patient and long-suffering. I guess I can put up with him yowling for cat food at 5:30 every morning.