Among their varied gifts, cats have a grand sense of style and an intuitive understanding of the very best places to nap. It was no surprise, then, on a winter day when the sun shone through the window and warmed the snow disk, to find the cat curled up contentedly on its scarlet surface.

Cats are also notoriously contrary creatures. So it was also no surprise to find the cat no longer photogenically napping by the time I returned with a camera. She padded around on the snow disk, unwilling to abandon it but absolutely unwilling to return to napping while I was there.

She did pause in her pacing long enough for me to take one photograph. Three white paws and the Holy Snow Disk.