Day 39: It's cold. I would like to sit next to the heater, but that spot is already occupied, and around this house, it's "first come, first served." While I would never think of using the flagstone hearth as a pillow, Tip often rests his head there. Skunk goes all silly and rolls around in contortions as she scratches her back on the edge. Both cats are heater hogs, and there's nothing as happy as a warm cat, so who am I to disturb the status quo?
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