Francine is an inside cat. She came to us that way, and she is so skittish we'd never find her if she went out. But she does like to sit in the window and sniff the warm air.
And here she is from the other direction.
Another cat in the neighborhood was enjoying the warm sunshine. I walk by this window often, noting the two baskets so perfectly placed, but this is the first time I have seen a cat in one!
You probably hate me because I used the word warm twice. But we have no rain. My lawn is not going to be green much longer. That's the only little patch that still was green. I think we're allowed to water a little in the evenings. Also I just heard we can't even wash cars in the driveway. Handy Husband is going to suffer over that.