Meow-man was so tiny her whole life that everyone thought she was a kitten, until just the last few years she was alive. She was always looking for warmth anywhere she could find it, so she could keep her little body warm. Everyday Meow went on a journey, around the house, in every room seeking heat.
The ray from the winter sun, the perfect heat from a wood burning stove. The quiet blowing from the furnace vent, or the warmth from a heating pad. But her favorite place was a warm lap to lay on.
It seemed like Meow's journey in life was seeking heat from wherever she could find it.