Sunny Window

I was on my way out the door of the florist's shop when the sparkly reflections in this warm tiled window sill stopped me in my tracks. These and the marmalade cat waiting near my feet. Inside was cozy and bright and fragrant. The outside I was bracing for was -23° C.

Thinking he belonged to the store owners I told the cat he didn't really want to go out there. But yes, they said, he could leave if he wanted. He's the garage cat from down the block. He likes to visit. His name is Sprocket.

Apparently he also likes to lie in the sun right here. I wish I'd seen that but there's no use asking a cat to pose.