Baxter is displeased at the change of seasons. After Connor gets on the bus in the morning, I now spend some time before work in the family room instead of the sunroom, since the sun is barely up and it’s pretty chilly out there. Some days, I open the sliding door just a crack to let Baxter decide for himself that 58F is too cold for sunroom time.
I’ve also been letting him smurgle my super-soft Pusheen hoodie once I log on for work, and that seems to satisfy him well enough.
