Puster. She’s one of our two cats. She’s the goofiest, roundest cat I’ve ever seen. She has eight fingers on each of her paws, and her nails tap against the linoleum floor when she walks in. She plays fetch with our hair ties, thumping down the hallway after them at least a dozen times a day. Even though she’s not a kitten anymore, whenever she gets too close, she’s bound to be scooped up and put into this position, in which she’ll stay until she yowls. Seen here, she’s putting up with it for the time being.