All my friends - well, four of them anyway - seem to be having rough times.  I sit here, feeling sorry for myself & thinking what a great time everyone else is having & then discover that they are in the midst of all kinds of trouble.  One had an operation for gall stones & did well until she took the perscribed codeine; I  won't repeat the details, listening once was enough.  Another received death threats from her divorced husband when she applied to the court of payment of back child-support; one ate ice cream in Spain and was extremely ill for a week,and one was presented by an irreparable split in what he imagined to be a happy marriage.  I feel chastened.
One the other hand, an old boy friend, now on the other side of the world, rang me up for a chat.  He quite often does this.  It's cheering and flattering.
My other cat is a Jaguar.