This is my cat. She is called Misty, and she is old! This is a picture of her most favourite position in my house. On the window sill, next to the radiator! Her usual stance is to lie with her front paw on the radiator with her body half hanging off the sill (as kindly demonstrated in the picture below). This unfortunately does not bode well sometimes when she underestimates the size of her v. the width of the sill and every so often you will hear her falling off onto the ground below. The cutest part about my fat cat lying on the sill with her paw on the radiator is that every so often she will raise said paw and shake it, as though to cool it down (like she's just realised it's actually burning), then she will place it tenderly back into her original position.

Misty the crazy fearless radiator loving cat is purr-less, which makes it considerably harder to know when she is happy or not, but I like to think that she has a constant smile on her face. Last Christmas, her buddy and partner in crime; Gemma (my pony sized golden retriever) passed onto doggy heaven. Misty took it hard. She no longer had anyone to tease, to chase, to spend her days with and it has taken its toll on the poor little soul. She is no longer the independent kitty that she once was and is more dependent on us humans now. This suits me fine since getting a hug from Misty is the best (apart from when she gets bored and decides to try to draw blood from you arms).

Misty Moments (her sunday name), long live your specialness.

Crazy cat.