He lives in a decently large home. There’s space big enough to accommodate all his necessities with enough room for leisurely activities. He is not someone who needs to worry about his next meal. 4 care takers run behind him to feed him and nurture him. In fact, he lives a good life compared to his peers.
However, there are times he stares out of his window — looking at the guy who is not a part of his world. This guy struggles to find his next meal. Winters are cold for him without a place to call his own. The sky is his roof and the earth is his bed. He might seem like a pauper but he the king of his land.
Who is really free? The one who is free from the worries of his meal or the one who is free from the boundaries of a home?
P.S. : The ‘he’ is my cat, Kiwi ❤ The other guy is a ‘stray’ cat! The question though, still remains.
