Zen was born in Alabama, so she loves the sun and warmth. I was worried about how she would transition to Scotland’s climate.
With the new couch in the window, she is doing just fine.
She also enjoys sprawling out on the part of the kitchen floor directly over the hot-water pipe. And when she sits by the radiator, she shoves her head up underneath it so far that we call it “cookin’ the brains.”
I know that pet owners have a tendency to anthropomorphize. Personally, I find it very difficult to think of Zen as “just a cat” when she gives me looks like this one. I give her a look like this right back, of course, with my heart all sqwudgy.
She will be fifteen this year.