Wrath smirked a little when the cat called George and Patrick 'Ginger and Blondie'. He was sassy. She liked sassy. "He might be busy," she said, settling back on the sofa. "He can come in when he feels like it. Talking to a cat is fucking weird anyway. I like it. So why the fuck do you do that ankle-rubbing thing? And you trying to trip people, because that would be badass."