Mowgli gave a half hearted endorsement of my latest attempt to capture his imagination.He doesn’t really see the point of celebrating the obvious. He pointed out that in his limited experiences with his actual flesh and blood kin, he has NEVER met anyone who didn’t find lazing around during blizzards an entirely rational choice, so much so that he can’t figure out what the big deal is. I told him that with all due respect to his fascinating genes and his (exaggerated) body of knowledge of his fellow pariahs (of whom he has not met a one in the nearly three years he has held court at our place), I must point out that my species has an extraordinarily keen eye for cuteness, one result of which is portraits of street dogs enjoying comfy places whist cold and danger lurk just outside the door. I refrain from pointing out that I have a much deeper understanding of how the millions of those from his lowly origins are in fact spending their time braving and often bracing against the raging elements. He has no clue how rare is his fortune. I, on the other hand, have a pretty good idea of how lucky both of us actually are.