On top of the George Foreman Grill after we grilled some salmon. Sometimes, I think he looks like the weirdest little creature.
A recently used oven creates a warm stovetop for Pooper to relax on.
An hour later, and he is still enjoying the residual heat.
Now, in the new house, the Catty spends most of his afternoons in our sweltering hot attic. He has a handful of cat beds up there, but he usually prefers to lounge on a cardboard box, with his limbs all flopped out.
So happy! So sweaty.
I have no idea what his plans are for winter...