Mason is never happier than when the wood stove is burning.
He alternates from the coffee table to the floor.
And when it’s extra chilly or the fire has burned down quite a bit he lays down behind it, between the brick wall and the stove. I wonder sometimes how he doesn’t singe his fur or cook himself from the inside out.
He seems to know what he’s doing though and seeing him so happy and content makes my heart glad.