On the coldest days, we let the barn cats into the basement, Flo and Minnie are getting older, and they are not as wedded to hunting and killing, especially in the winter. The fields are filled with mice and moles. In the morning, Flo still likes to go out and sun herself, she finds the strongest point of the sun wherever it is, and moves around with it.

I like this somewhat lonely shot of her sitting on the top of the basement door, snow and ice all around, but in the spot where the sun is most directly striking the farmhouse. Cats are weather instruments.