Good help is hard to find. Although I must admit to enjoying the company of the Puff-Cat outside, he is a lot of trouble. When not attacking the rake head on, he dive-bombs through the leaves and dead grass I’ve already pulled together sending it flying every direction. The other three cats watched from the shade of the wheelbarrow but refused to hang around after I’d gone in for the camera. Puff? He won’t leave me along. He’s a people addict.