Sachiko has a new favorite place to hang out.
It’s been cooling off for the past couple of weeks. It’s not really cold, certainly not by the standards of most of the world. By the standards of a certain catten who’s more used to the air conditioner running than the heater, it’s downright frigid.
Which makes my chair in the dining room the perfect spot for her to curl up. Not only is there a nice, comfy cushion to insulate her from the wood, but it’s directly in the path of a heating vent. Whenever the furnace comes on, the chair is warmed by a summer-like breeze.
Dinnertime has been delayed a couple of times recently while I’ve negotiated with Ms. Sachikritter for seating rights. So far, I’ve won all the arguments, but she’s been taking lessons in negotiation from Big Brudder Nookles–and her claws are even sharper than his. I may yet need to set up another chair at the table for myself…