It must be true that to find the most comfy spot in the house, join the cat. Since the winter weather started to find its feet and stand up to be counted, Mew has taken to sunbathing at the south-facing, back patio doors. She gets between the curtains and the glass to bake.
When she has soaked up more BTUs than are probably safe, she joins us poor souls who are too dim to understand the joys of the sunbath . She trudges toward us, drunk with heat and the need to sleep it off, throwing herself down on her cooler side. She turns into a puddle of fur with some legs and a limp tail.
She revives slowly if we are talking or doing anything she finds entertaining. Sometimes she seeks the perfect spot near the edge of the back drapes and lets the radiated heat soothe her to sleep. There is less drama to this method and, being a cat, she seems to prefer the searing bake of sun through glass.
I wish we humans had her ability to turn into a boneless puddle. What a stress reliever . . .