I did have a very fine ensemble cast of three once upon a time. I've only got one left now, and his job is to come tell me things -- only I have to guess what he wants to tell me. (His fancy electric poop box needs attention, his bowl is empty, his fountain is running low on water, thunder has happened, the postman has been up on the porch, the yard guy is mowing the lawn, a quantum anomaly has occurred somewhere in the house, he's bored . . . .)

His response to a security threat is to come put his paw on my arm so I can guess what it is. (He's not a security guard, he's a security monitor . . .) Unless it is a moth, at which point he goes spectacularly ballistic. His portly is way more portable than you'd think to look at him.