dark day for Mecru

Cats are creatures of habit. You know this is if you have ever been around a cat for any length of time. This said, it did not take Mecrutio long to acclimate himself to the myriad of windows in this apartment, especially the ones in my parlor which get almost full sun every day. He knows right where to lay so that the sun hits him at full capacity, warming his (apparently) freezing little cat body.

But now with the onset of "winter" there are a lot less days that include full sun. Yet Mecru is still in the same spot every day, waiting for the sun. Today I snapped a picture of him looking forlorn. Forlorn!
You can see the sunless window. You can see the lack of sun on the floor. That little yellow and black thing directly below the cat is his toy (the ring from a milk jug and a twist tie) which he had brought over with him to console himself. This shows that he knew there would be no sun, so even though he checked anyway, he had other plans for the day. Those other plans, btw, included pathetic and small "merows" that translated roughly into "can you please make the sun come out?" Interestingly, the cat knows I do not have this power, but he is still convinced C might, as he is the one that gets pestered with illogical requests.

It's tough to be a cat.