The clouds are gone and the sunbeams have returned. Sometimes a good sunbeam is the only thing that warms up my day. The other two have no idea, of course, how difficult it is when one’s winter coat consists only of a few new guard hairs and a marginally fluffier tail. He in particular hasn’t a clue, luxuriating in all that fur. He likes sunbeams too, of course, but the potted plants near the window are his favorite spot. The scuttlebutt around here is that as a street urchin he used to sleep curled up in a flower pot on the porch, and that he was so skinny he was named for a stick! To be honest, I don’t see it myself. Just look at him now. Does he look stick-like to you? No. He’s quite well fed, frankly, and just dripping with fur. With those handsome looks, opportunity must have knocked quickly indeed, and the door to my Humans’ house surely flew open like he was royalty. My life hasn’t been quite that easy. But as they say, it’s life’s challenges that build character—or, at the very least, a fascinating personality. Like mine, of course.