I lay in bed today. Well on the bed. This other being feeds me, I lie on him. I wait for him. I sniff. I try to go into the cupboard. I paw at it. There must be some real magic inside. Some special treats, but it’s always blocked off. Then I get bored and I remember my nice. I lie on my back and play with him and the string. I enjoy the rough sensation of the Matt against my back. I am alive. I look outside the window. I don’t see much. Sometimes I see the other cat. He’s grey and has wild green eyes, just like mine. We stare each other out. He looks at me as though he is the winner because I am stuck indoors whilst he has my territory to roam around in, but he knows I always have the best of him when we’re evenly matched. The little whipper snapper! My dad let me outside today. I like to sniff amongst the leaves or just lie down on the cool grass. I tend to get tired of that though and miss the warmth, so I’ll wait until dad lets me back in. I’m starting to work out how to communicate with him. He let me out pretty much immediately today when I leaped up onto the door. He things I’m a fickle, precious thing but I do demand my freedom too. I know he doesn’t want to deny me that. He wants me to feel safe. I sometimes feel all the tension in his body. He was very lonely until I came along, but now we’re together. The universe brought us together. I do like it here. I get fed and I can relax whenever I want and most of all I love it when I can just lie on my dad and he strokes me and we go to sleep together, sharing the most amazing dreams.