I am a Cat

I miss the easy warmth of the spring sun.  The light stretched out across a floor covering a long length.  A comfort of radiance to curl up in.
In the summer the sun is too tall in the sky.  The heat scorching the carpet in a slow pass over head.  It is fine for short spell, but long naps are not in the cards.
The autumn sun is almost a encore of the spring, however the diminishing returns of daylight brings mood down.
Winter might as well have no sun at all.
Meow.