The weather in southern Alberta is now more than vernal, with plenty of sun and warmth. My cats are typical in that they like a little sunshine on their furs. But my two girls like a lot of sunshine.
Josie and Cammie are my warm-weather pets. Whenever there is a sunbeam shining into the apartment, one of them will find it. The princess enjoys the yellow warmth so much that she will even bear the Great White’s proximity for its feel. I have often asked how a feline, with its fur-coat, can not only stand such additional warmth, but crave it.
That is not all. I of course had the heating pads plugged in and installed in the cat-beds through the cold months. I removed the heating elements a while ago but returned them when the temperature dropped and the rain fell. I haven’t taken them out once more. And the girls are grateful for it. On days of 25° Celsius (77° Fahrenheit), I will find them in their respective beds (each has her favourite) soaking up the warmth from below, just as the sun provides it from above.
But, as Tennyson wrote, “Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do whatever the blasted cats want.” I may be paraphrasing.