Tuffy loves warmth.
Like a heat-seaking missile, she invariably homes in on anything that generates and/or stores warmth, whether that’s an oil heater against which she can press her nose, almost singeing her whiskers; an available lap, which she can knead and pump into submission; or the sunbeams slowly moving across the soft and fluffy duvet that moulds itself around her.
Or the wooden bridge whose planks have been warmed up by the sun.
Basking in the sunlight
Ahhhhh….
This is bliss….
A cat in heaven…
Grains of Sand 
Tuffy is so adorable! What a cutie. Reminds me that in September I often feel like a cat lazing in the sun (when it’s Indian Summer and the days warm up after the evening chill.)
Awww, thank you, Kathy! 🙂 I’ll tell our little snuggle-monster that she has an admirer overseas – she’ll appreciate that. 😀