When it’s really hot, he prefers the upstairs bathroom sink.
When it’s mild enough to open the dining room window, he watches squirrels from a little window platform.
In cool weather he has favorite places in almost every room: dining room, atop the high east-side shelf in the morning sun; guest room, bed pillows; TV room, the back of the couch; living room, either in front of the furnace register or on the blue cushion on the ladder back chair; in the laundry room, the little blanket atop the dryer. Upstairs: the pillows on my bed or on one of the three places in my study that I’ve covered with soft things for him.
The one place I find inexplicable is the upstairs windowsill where he rests his head on a book.
It doesn’t look at all comfortable but when the sun shines, he’s there.
There used to be jokes (which of course I do not remember) about all the East Coast signs proclaiming that “George Washington slept here.” However presidential he may be, I can't to do the same for Herbie.
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