Sometimes I look at Roger licking his paws under winter sun and without a care in the world, me think he’s having his best life; Othertimes I emphatise that he hasn’t had the chance to live a wild life.

He’s my Cat, he licks his paws, sometimes I’m envious, sometimes I symphatise.

I might be projecting my thoughts of the moment onto him, and for that I’m grateful that he’s with us.