Reader Jess sends a photo of his hapless moggie Newton:
This is Newton. He gets his name from Sir Isaac due to his clumsiness as a kitten (he would fall a lot trying to jump up onto things, making him very familiar with gravity). He originally joined the family as a mouser and scored double digits in his first week, some of which he left as presents on my pillow. He has an open door policy: if a bedroom or closet door is not open, he will stand in front of it and meow and lay on his back sticking his arms through the crack under the door until it is opened. But. . . when you open the door he has no interest in going through—he just wants it open. He is also very skilled in the fine art of indifference but somehow knows when I am sick and will come lie next to me.