It took me a few minutes to realize that the grumpy old man wearing a hoodie on the couch was actually our cat Pan. I've had conversations with Zelda and the bunnies over the last two days but Pan has been keeping to the second bedroom since I had the conversation with George about whether or not she likes the current hutch she and her sisters share. Which is honestly the weirdest conversation I've ever had with someone who looks like a 6 year old. (The answer is yes she likes it but it is a little cramped at times when she wants to stretch out). I think Pan has been avoiding me though.