Occasionally Truman will join us at lunch time at the kitchen table, strategically placing himself next to a pillow and well with observation view. Once a while he’ll build a pillow fort; he’s the first cat that’s lived with me that likes to get under blankets and pillows and the like, but for this occasion he decided to stay out in the open and just snuggle up next to the pillow.
He’s been sleeping in different parts of the house since the Autumnal equinox passed a month or so ago. I don’t remember him doing this last year, but my memory may not be as good as it has been in years pass when it comes to matters such as this.
