Flo was dozing in the morning sun on the Bilco doors when I chased her off so I could open them. Unrattled by being displaced she quickly found a use for the now open door.
The look of ecstasy on her face as she rubbed her ear against the open door made me think how adaptable animals are. From moment to moment they take what changes come in stride, not lamenting the past, but making the best of what is.
