'A leaf falls gently onto your head. You lazily open one eye and shake your head to brush it off. Disturbed from your nap, you stretch and roll. You were sleeping under your favourite tree next to the start of your owners territory, which makes it your territory too. Humans can only be trusted so far to look after territory after all, they're lucky you are around. There is distant birdsong, high and pleasant. You turn your furry brown face up towards the trickle of sunlight gently coming down through the swaying leaves. You lick one paw and use it to clean the spot the leaf landed on. Time to see what those humans are doing. You carry yourself lightly over the roots, dirt and leaves, then into the garden and across to the house. There is little noise out here, all is calm and at piece.'