Philip Burton 09/02/2008 Some grown-ups say that you can't own a cat, that they're God-like and have to be free. Try as I might I just half believe that. He is like a god, but inwardly. Felix can stand on the iciest roof. He can stand on a hot radiator. Felix is utterly hot-and-cold proof. He's as tough as an old alligator. Felix can doze on the softest beds, or sleep on the point of a pin. Felix can't know what uncomfortable is. He's proofed against everything. Felix can eat at the poshest restaurants. He can raid the smelliest bins. Felix eats any meat nobody wants. Provided you open the tins. Felix can climb as high as a tree. He can balance along a sky line. Felix does this, and then comes home to me. That's how I know he's mine.