It is bitter cold today yet the dog stands at the door, tail wagging, and with an eager look. It is time for his daily walk. Rather than disappoint, I begin to bundle up. After donning boots, heavy coat, scarf, wooly hat, and gloves, I turn to see the cat lazily step onto her bed and curl into a contented ball. Reluctantly, I step into the frigid air for the walk. We return later with me frozen and the dog prancing happily. After the process of discarding my winter garb, I notice the cat still curled on her bed, turned slightly now on her side, and a grin on her face.
stretching into night . . .