I see Patches observing the world around him as he settles down for some cuddles.

I smell the Fajitas leftovers from lunch that will become dinner shortly.

I hear the clang of neighbors’ gates closing as they continue with their Saturday plans.

I feel the warmth of the blanket on my cold feet after walking around while the sun sets.

I taste the cinnamon of the oatmeal I made as a pre-dinner snack.