Pratt is a dog person. He has believed that about himself his whole life, it's been proven true again and again. He was the one who took care of the wolves in the cult because they bonded with him. He loves dogs.

However.

There is a cat. And as it turns out, Pratt isn't a dog person. He's just an animal person and never got the chance to interact with anything but dogs and horses.

The cat skitters beneath the shelving and Pratt sits his ass down on the ground a few feet away, crossing his legs and not looking very threatening at all, "Hey buddy! Where ya going?"