This afternoon, I opened the stairwell window to talk to Drew, who was out chopping ice in the driveway. I heard a hopeful kitten chirp and felt gentle paws on my hip. It was Whitey, asking me to move over so he could sit on his window sill. He hopped down pretty quickly, though. Clearly 35 degrees doesn't meet his standard for sunny window perches.
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