So, as much as I'd like to, I can't control the cold temperatures these days. Boy, how I already miss the screen on the front storm door, the open sliders, and the fresh air flowing through the windows. Routine weather patterns, seasonal cycles, and all that bull and whatnot- whatever.
At least I can still catch the occasional sun puddle for my naps. Mom's got her melatonin, dad's daily rising at, to quote mom, "the buttcrack of dawn" is his sleep aid, but give me a nice warm puddle o' sun and I'm off to la la land for hours on end. Or at least until the sun moves. It helps, too, to have parents who cater to my every need.
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| Yeah, I turned the chair for her |
We felines have to put up with those damn cameras in our faces constantly, and when I'm sleeping it doesn't much matter, but sometimes, well, I'm sure you can relate...
