Friday, February 11, 2011
Max is our resident sun-worshipper.
Some of our other cats seem to engage in a primitive rite that involves their toys and the food dish, but for Max, it is always the sun. He makes a point of greeting the rising sun and will spend an hour or more basking in the first warmth of the day.
Max seems undaunted by the rigors his ritual demands of him in these colder months but Denny felt bad for Max. When he saw him this morning, sitting outside on the frosty deck, he took out the insulated seat he uses on the backhoe for Max to sit on.
The idea was an instant hit with Max.
Now he will expect it all the time.