The month of November brought torrential downpours to Portland, not the typical Northwest mist but a cold, driving rain that blew through the cracks of a jacket and soaked to the skin. Kristin and I would dart from our car to the door and then inside our warm house to be greeted by our two furry cats. During the summer, Maximus and Kiku despise the heat and often find a solitary retreat on a cold wood floor or in a basement corner. But as the temps cool off, they start to spend their nights on our comforter, snuggled into the crook of our knees or nuzzled under our chins. Slipping into a deep sleep to the sound of a fading purr is one of the great pleasures of life. A cold November rain makes it even better.
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