This is what I usually wake up to every morning when I first open my eyes. It probably doesn’t look like a home to you, but I’m perfectly at home here. I’ve had four walls and a ceiling for a home, and that’s nice. But there’s something to be said for having the sky as your ceiling, too.
I think I’m probably like my feral cats. They would probably like living in a nice, warm home. But to tell you the truth, as long as they have a regular supply of food, they probably vastly prefer living outside. They’ve got endless miles of beautiful woods to romp around in as their personal playground. Lots of fresh air and sunshine, and mostly blue skies. . . As far as I can tell they’ve always been in radiant good health. And that’s probably because they really enjoy how they live