One of his favorite places to hang out in the morning is the back of the recliner. Or next to me on the couch with the dog.
Unless it's hot out. The hotter the better as far as he's concerned. And then he's insistent that he lounge on the deck... for hours.
If I get concerned about the length of time he's been roasting in the heat and ask him to come in, he gets coquettish and rolls around making cute cat-like conversation.
But refuses to come in.
On days like today when it's a lovely 70 degrees, he stays in the house.
He's just a crazy kitty.