The long lazy afternoons of summer and fall are over, and the moments when the sun streams through my bedroom patio door are growing shorter and shorter.
Nekoka is squeezed into his favorite corner, which remains the longest in the sunshine. I’m not sure how he can be comfortable with the railing poking into his chest but hey, he’s a cat, we shouldn’t even try to understand.
I can relate a bit more to Sassafrass on her favorite chair, propped up by my stuffed bears and crocheted flower afghan. It may not get the sun as long, but it is much softer!