…of everything. Or at least, the middle of the kitchen.
Benson’s newest favorite spot in the late afternoon/early evening is in a sunbeam. A sunbeam that falls right in front of the stove in our very small, narrow kitchen.
He’s settled here partly because we’re keeping the blinds on the large window closed in the afternoon to keep the sunshine from heating up the house too much. Of course, this limits the number of sunbeams that make their way in, so the cats have to find their solar charge where they can get it. I think the other reason he’s settled in right in the middle of everything is due to his inherent cat-ness. Cats are masters at geometry, and can find the exact middle of the shortest path between two points and plop themselves down in it to frustrate, that is, help their people.
Benson also likes being around when we’re cooking in case there’s a stray morsel of food that gets dropped, a bunch of kale that needs to be hunted, or some eggshells that need to be batted out of the sink. He’s a useful cat that way.