This is Daniel’s winter spot, the chair in the living room cushioned with a comforter and a fleece throw. The old boy is showing his age again. He’s usually up and at ’em in the morning but he didn’t get out of this chair until around nine am. He has also spent more time sleeping than hunting this summer, which is a definite sign he’s just not a spring chicken. He’s still the king of the house but that’s because of longevity. All these young cats know is a house where Daniel is in charge. They defer out of habit rather than the threat of an iron fist.
I’m not sure of his exact age but I’m guessing he’s almost a decade older than any cat in the house. When we first moved back to North Dakota he was the youngest of our pets but those seniors have all left the playground. So we’ll leave Daniel alone on his throne, warm and secure. May he reign for a few years longer.