Brr it’s cold in winter. We’re used to hot fur, a big shiny thing above the garden all day and lying on the stone floor inside or outside. Now we don’t feel a warm cuddle all around us. We want to lie in a sun’s ray. We look for one. Ah there’s a ray on the bit by the big smelly room. I lie in it. It goes through the window. Venus lies in it. Now it feels better.