You can always find Bud; look for the sunlight that creeps in through the door and windows.

He will be sleeping or sitting in it. For the first couple of years of his life, But had no shelter, either from the head or the cold. He spends much of his time in front of the wood stoves or a patch of the sun during the winter.

Bud is mindful of the sun starting in November; he appreciates it.

I was having breakfast and looked down and saw Bud stretching in the narrow sunlight, and I was holding my Leica, so I just snapped the shot. I like it.