Every time I see one of my animals curled up in a little patch of sunshine on the floor, it reminds me of a story my dad used to tell me. I promise I’ll butcher the details, but unless you’re my Dad, you won’t know the difference. (And Dad, if you’re reading this, please correct me in the comments).

My Dad was young, in his early 20’s maybe, and was home sick. Not flu sick, but broken and on the mend sick. Part of me thinks it was after his motorcycle accident, but that would mean I was born, and I think that came later. So I can’t really place when it was. That’s what I mean about my details being fuzzy, but thankfully those aren’t the details that matter. What matters is he was home, he was sick and hurt. He saw the cats curled up in a huge patch of sunshine from the giant bay windows in the living room and realized they were on to something. He took his blanket and crawled on to the floor and fell asleep out there with them. So every time I see my animals curled up like that it makes me smile. They know it’s a place of comfort. Maybe we should slow down and join them more often.