Bun lives on our screened-in porch, and as the temperatures have dipped into the uncomfortable and damp 40s, I’ve been watching for signs that she is in distress. Do I need to set up a spot for her indoors?
Au contraire. She is loving this weather, if I can measure Bun enjoyment by the increased rate of hops and zoomies and binkies.
She cares for herself by using her substantial fur coat and spine shape to adjust her body temperature.
During the summer months, I let her in the house when it’s over 85. Bun doesn’t live permanently in our house — called free roaming — because I might love our wood furniture more than her.
Bun is a beauty!