He snickers as he picks up his cat, sparing her from her horrible and traumatic suffering. She starts purring right away. The faker. She'll get used to the leash eventually, at least.

"Considering he can take himself out and feed himself, no. Sam does not count. Unless you make a game of tending to him as if he was one." There are plenty of games one can get up to in private. Or two, or more, really.