It's cold and getting colder. Charleythecat knows--as I write, he's curled up on the hood of my car, in the garage. His favorite place to be when I return from errands, engine nice and warm. Tonight, though, he'll beg to sleep in the den, on R's tummy. The colder it is, the longer he'll sleep. He knows if he acts up, it's out in the cold.
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