Sunshine seems to be occurring in southern Alberta. I’m not sure what the reason for this vernal illumination may be, since we haven’t had much of a spring this year, but my cats are infallible in finding and using sunshine. If I see Josie lying in bright light streaming through the sitting room window, then I know winter is ending. During the cold months (or, as one book described them, evoking images of the Middle Ages and a hostile world outside the glow of a fireplace, ‘the dark months’), the sun is too far to the south to send its rays through the big east-facing window. But come spring, the pane warms with the glow of our closest star, and my Chubs will not hesitate to take advantage of it. Otherwise, she prefers the softness of an armchair cushion, a cat-bed or even the shag-rug-like quality of a cat-tree platform. But come spring, she will be found in the sun, wherever its light falls.