What´s up with you on this fine, sunny morning?  You´re usually quite cheerful.  Are you feeling a bit under the weather Mr. Midnight?

       To tell you the truth Sir W., I feel a bit down and lethargic.

       But whatever for?  You and I have got a nice life.  You should be feeling satisfied and happy – just as myself.

       Well I feel as though I´m not perfect – as though somethings somehow wrong with me.  I know it´s quite silly but I can´t seem to help myself.  Purrrhaps I´ve taken-in too much human energy and got a dose of the human illness.

       Don´t be daft Mr Midnight.  There´s nothing wrong with you.  I mean, just look at me.  I´m a little over weight, I´m frightened  of every stranger that crosses my path and I´m not as cool as you.    I still feel perfect though  because that is how I am.

       In my eyes you are perfect Sir Winston.  You´re always by my side when I need you. You´re a barrel of laughs, especially when you get frightened and dart off into the cellar, and you love me for the way I am.  You´re like a rock to me Sir Winston.  Thank you for being “you”.

I just don´t feel  perfect myself.  Just look at my right ear.  A third of it´s missing.  I wonder where the other third got too because I really can´t remember.

       You´re probably not supposed to remember.  The main thing is that you are not suffering.

       But I am suffering today Sir W.  I seem to have lost my coolness and cheekiness.

       It´ll come back just you wait and see.  Chin up boy.  Life is really not so bad. You´re just having one of your moments that´s all.  You´ll feel better at dinner time.

       I really don´t know what´s got into me. I´m not usually like this.  I just want to be purrrfect.

       For the last time Mr. Midnight,  you are perfect.  Our whole lives are perfect. Nature is perfect. The universe is perfect.

Look at that tree over there.  It´s heavy branches are nearly scraping the grass.  Now in my book, trees are supposed to grow their branches as far as possible towards  the sky.

       I like that tree Sir W. because it spends a lot of shade in the warm times of the year.

       Exactly.  The tree is perfect isn´t it.  What a beauty.  It doesn´t look like a tree in the traditional sense of things but it´s perfect all the same.

       I bet the tree doesn´t think stupid things like myself.  It simply enjoys being itself,  however it appears to look for others.

You´ve really helped me this morning. Thanks Sir W.

One doesn´t have to be purrrfect for others because one IS PURRRfect anyway.

I can enjoy my day now.  Come on, let´s go next door to tell Mr. Dog about your pawsitive pyschological powers.

       Well if you don´t mind Mr. Midnight, I´d sooner go off in doors to have a lie down.  Although I feel that I´m perfect,  I´m quite wary of Mr. Dog next door.  He has a strange kind of humour and is much larger than myself.

       You mean that you´re sometimes scared of him?

       Well to put it bluntly – yes, I am scared of him.  Still, I`m perfect all the same.   🙂

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