Contented in the Sun

The sun has moved back to northern latitudes, and shines cheerily into the Cosy Apartment. In the evenings, in fact, clear skies can lead to it being a bit too cosy, since our windows face due west, into the setting sun. But the cats are enjoying the rich sunshine of late spring.

Josie used to be my primary sun-cat. My Chubs would lie in the sun, sometimes while in a heated cat-bed; her weight, when it was ample, adding to the heat. My other cats have all enjoyed the sun but her successor seems to be Hector.

Though black, and thus more absorptive of the sun’s rays than my Great White was, the dark knight nonetheless likes to feel the natural warmth along the length of his body, the fur of which gives off a ruddy tint when lit up.

I like to see a cat basking in the sun. It provides something extra to feline contentedness. But then so does the knowledge that Hector had just come from annoying one of the oldsters. He evidently felt he deserved a bit of the sun, and was undoubtedly contended.