It is sometimes, but there are other days on which that enjoyable and comfortable life is disrupted by things of a disastrous type - ie visits to the vet disasters.
He has had one of those days today, after appearing at the door with a rather nasty mess on his neck which turned out to be the result of an abscess under his fur which had burst. After a trip to the vert for a clean up - plus some eye wateringly expensive antibiotics and painkillers, he is now back home safe and almost sound. But he is not happy as you can see.
The dreaded cone is round his neck to stop him from scratching at the wound and he is to stay inside for a while - which he is not best pleased about.
His song of protest is loud and from the heart, specially as - if you look at this picture - you will see a pair of black and white legs that belong to his sister Ruby who is allowed out into the garden, much to his disgust.
However, if the thunder and rain forecast for the evening appear, perhaps that will make him feel better about staying inside. It's already cold enough to mean that if he did go outside, then he'd soon be back in again.
But at the moment he is singing a song of heartfelt protest in a fine, high tenor voice!
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