Badger was a fat cat with a plump rump who spent a decade endearing himself to the Wiggins'. But perhaps the ""endless private fun"" should have remained just that since the reader is hard put to share in the enjoyment. There is a breakdown of what Badger liked to eat and his ritualistic habits. Then there was the time they worried about his adjustment to country life, his reaction to having his portrait painted, his coming down with the flu. He liked to play hide and seek and would only say goodnight to Mr. Wiggin whom he helped during the day: ""I think that I actually did write better with Badger's help."" It's too bad Badger was no longer around to badger him.