Through the day, the sun moves around or small old farmhouse, it beams through the old windows and lands on the sofas, floor, tables. Our cats Flo and Minnie move with it, I call these moments sunspots and I have been following them around with a camera, I’ll put up an album on Facebook. Cats remind of the coming warmth, the looming Spring. There is something spriritual about cats something mystical, something ancient.