George sighs while scrolling on his phone mindlessly. He lounges on the couch with his legs pulled up into a criss-cross position and his elbow resting on the arm of the sofa.

He flinches slightly when he feels a familiar feline crawl into his lap and he reaches over to run his fingers over Patches’ fur. She purrs in delight and George smiles warmly.

“Hi, Patchy..”

He coos, scratching behind her ears as he baby-talks to her. He sets his phone on a the sofa as he pulls her onto his lap.