"Can't be worse then the ginger, sweetheart. Trust me." He rolled his eyes, "don't play but catnip gets me high so I don't mind that."
He sighed, "And here's a thing we don't tell the ginger. I'm not eternal. I live longer, but like I said, not many of my people around. I don't bounce back like him and blondie. Ginger will just fuss over it." In his own way, he did care. And he didn't want Patrick to worry. "No nine lives for me."