Chasing the Sun

Even with keeping the heat at sixty-four degrees and stiff-legging it around the house in long underwear and jeans, this month’s gas bill is a shocker: Three hundred and eighty dollars.

During the day, I follow the cats around the house. They chase the sun as it moves from room to room, picking out a warm spot on a couch or on a shelf upon which to curl up.

But evenings, when the sun has gone down, we gather in my office: a room with two walls of bookshelves and a set of windows that extends along a third. A window seat, with built-in cabinets beneath, runs the length of those windows. And it is here that the pup sits, growling at squirrels or passers-by, while the older dog, too frail and too large, besides, to get up on the seat, exhales on the glass panes, leaving them dotted with mist.



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