Despite the fact that the temperature didn’t make it over 50 degrees fahrenheit yesterday, Chuck got to enjoy a sun bath because I dragged his bed over to the glass doors to the backyard. Within 15 minutes he was so hot he was panting and I had to order him over to a cooler spot. Right now it’s 36 degrees and snowing, so there’s no sun coming through those windows. He and I are both wielding pitchforks.