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May. 13th, 2005 08:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plutherusOnly one wall of my apartment has windows, and they face North, which means I get very little direct sunlight. Just in the morning, as the sun rises but before it goes behind the building.
Which means there's only a couple of hours a day my cats get to lay in the sunbeams.
Widad has been moving, slowly, all morning, each time the ray moves beyond where she's laying. It finally got to where there was only one small spot left, and it had a cardboard box in it.
So she walked over to the box, stared at it for a couple of seconds, looked up at me as if she was waiting for something. When I didn't react, she looked back at the box, back at me, back at the box, back at me.
So I moved the box.
She looked up at me, and the expression was clearly saying "It's about time!" and immediately stretched out where it had been.
Sybl, on the other hand, is laying on my lap and keeps trying to put her paw on the keyboard while I'm typing...
Which means there's only a couple of hours a day my cats get to lay in the sunbeams.
Widad has been moving, slowly, all morning, each time the ray moves beyond where she's laying. It finally got to where there was only one small spot left, and it had a cardboard box in it.
So she walked over to the box, stared at it for a couple of seconds, looked up at me as if she was waiting for something. When I didn't react, she looked back at the box, back at me, back at the box, back at me.
So I moved the box.
She looked up at me, and the expression was clearly saying "It's about time!" and immediately stretched out where it had been.
Sybl, on the other hand, is laying on my lap and keeps trying to put her paw on the keyboard while I'm typing...
