A Cat after My Own Heart

Every morning when I get up, I head straight for the heater vent where I sit for the next 15 minutes, letting the hot air blow down my back. It's a wonderful way to transition from the bed to the real world. Rambo has caught on to my routine and figured out that it is indeed a wonderful idea. So he joins me every morning on the heater vent (he's actually quite greedy and I often end up periodically pushing him back so that at least some of the heat gets to my back). Usually I have to get going before he does--apparently chasing invisible butterflies is not as pressing as getting to school in the mornings. Here he is, after I have vacated, taking in the glorious heat.