Not a lot of people know this, but Alleycat was living in Six Foot Way the day we all arrived. He was in the house, looking after it, keeping it clear and keeping it clean and when we showed up out of the blue he allowed us in through the door and gave us permission to stay. It’s hard to say how old he is. Old certainly. Years, decades. He’s lived a long time because he’s lazy. Sometimes you see him on the lawn, staring at a blade of grass, and then you realize he’s staring at the drop of dew that’s hanging on the end of it. And then finally, you understand that he’s staring at something else entirely, something only he can see. What I see is that he’s the laziest cat who ever lived. He’s the acme of indolence. Pink’s no better (is that a good thing?). Alleycat’s training her up to do nothing. And doing nothing is the secret of living for ever where cats are concerned.