My first pet as a child was a white Persian cat. When she was allowed inside, she was pampered and placed on a pillow. This made her look very regal and beautiful. Outside she was in pursuit of her prey. She had a very dignified side and a very wild side. Now that I am more mature and my hair has turned white, I see a resemblance in our appearances. My recliner is my special place. I also enjoy the outside world. My prey happens to be the weeds in my garden. I probably torture them as much as my cat abused the mice.