[Tyrana]: 64.Isaac

My cat, Isaac, a twisted pile of feline drowsiness. He’s curled up now, trying desperately to squeeze as much of himself as he can into the tiny, ever-decreasing patch of sunlight from the half-shuttered window. He’s contorted himself into a shape I would think to be nearly impossible, not to mention painful, merely to soak up as much sun as he can, so he can spend the rest of his busy day… Sleeping in some other patch of light.
His back feet are up by his chin, and his right paw is over his eyes. (Apparently, sun is required on every possible square inch of cat-body except for his face). His tail makes a perfect U-turn all the way around until it nearly touches his forehead. The wispy fur on his tail moves in and out with every breath he takes. On occasion, he’ll breathe in too hard, poke his head out for one second and blink his eyes open, but stays awake just long enough to sneeze. He then looks around, and re-adjusts himself to fit in whatever shape the light happens to be at the moment, replaces his arm over his eyes, and takes up again where he left off.