We were a cat family when I was growing up. When I was around three years old my Dad brought home our first kitten and my Mom named it Puddy. She lived to be about 14 before a serious cat disease impelled us to put her down.
I fold my stuff the way I learned 50 years ago in the Army (probably much like you Navy guys folded it). My OAO just stuffs everything into the drawer. But we get along just fine.
Goat would never fit in here in the South.