And no, I’m not talking George R.R. Martin.
We are seeing the first signs of winter’s approach. Specifically, cats hogging the heat registers.
Rhubarb’s been doing it for years. He’s got the technique down: block the entire vent so no heat escapes his fur.
Since the overnight temperatures dropped to a glacial 55 degrees or so, he’s been at one vent or another most mornings. Never mind that it’s a good ten degrees warmer inside. Everyone knows it’s the psychological effect of the cold outdoors that does it.
Sachiko doesn’t quite have the details sorted.
Maybe it’s because she’s younger and hasn’t worked out all of the ramifications.
Or perhaps she just doesn’t feel the cold in her bones as much as her older brother.
But regardless, she knows her extremities get colder than her torso, and she’s figured out what to do to avoid a frostbitten tail.
Anyone want some nicely toasted caudal vertebrae? Just the thing for breakfast on a pre-winter morning. Sachiko thinks so. Or maybe she’s just grooming. I don’t think her tail is any shorter today than yesterday.
Patience has been blocking my BedJet, hogging all the warm air for herself.
I find this completely unsurprising and totally in character for her.