All of our sunny spots on the bed are cold. The cat tree in the kitchen is dreary. Who took our sun!? Doesn’t the sky know we cats need our sun to be happy and warm. We need the sun to warm our fur. We need the sun so we can see mysterious things dancing in its beams. We need the sun to make our whiskers glisten in its rays. We need the sun to make our eyes all slitty.
Where is our sun?