After four days of leaden skies and drizzle, followed by the false promise of snow, which disappointed and infuriated my daughter, the sun finally made an appearance.  Kiko and I were both relieved to be out in a dryer, more colorful world, and we walked longer than usual this morning.  The sunshine was accompanied by icy breezes, and once home, it took a while to warm up.  Kiko seemed to be overwhelmed by the sudden abundance of cozy, sunny patches for napping.  He tried out several of his usual spots  in the playroom before wandering off to the living room.  The sun was shining like a spotlight on a red upholstered chair.  I’ve never seen Kiko even consider hopping up on that chair.  But it clearly summoned him today, and his eyes were closed before he had put his head down.  Further support was offered for my husband’s claim that we share our home with a cat rather than a dog.