When Nutsy was alive, I used to do a weekly post of his and my week in reflection. I would write it through Nutsy's eyes but not tell the reader that it was a cat's perspective. I'd say things like, "Lying in wait on the floor of the garage, I heard the comforting sound of the scrunching of Shigemi's tyres under the gravel. Shigemi was his other great love, apart from me. I pick myself up off the floor and stretch, and begin to walk towards the internal door. I heard the grinding sound of the front door key being inserted into the lock and it turns and I heard a loud click. After the door closes behind him, I hear the words I've been waiting to hear for a few hours, "Hey, Nutsy, Hey." He goes to the chair and sits down and runs his hand through my ginger hair, touching the sweet spot. Very soon, after he washes his hands, he will prepare a plate of my favourite food, chicken and turkey mixed with gravy and a serving of water. This is love. Yours affectionately, Nutsy." Or, "I jumped up onto the desk and sat down on the red flat object, hearing a funny noise under my tail. I put my nose out to his and we rub them, and I then step onto his lap, resting my head against his neck and showing my contentment. In a few minutes, he will take off his glasses and we will go onto the bed, where I can rest my head on his legs and we can go to sleep."