Mono Monday: "My guilty pleasure"

Very cold this morning once the heating went off. Rachael and I were both working in the study, and for the first time this year put on the portable heater.

Hendricks' reaction at his first encounter with this particular piece of "alien tech" was hilarious. He watched it very suspiciously as it moved, made noises and puffed out hot air. I thought there was a fair chance he'd either attack it or flee the room, but he settled down.

A couple of hours later I heard a noise behind me and turned around to see H dragging his bed over to the heater, where he basked for most of the rest of the day.

A pleasure? Most definitely. The "guilty" aspect? A clear betrayal of generations of lupine ancestors who stalked mammoths across the windswept Siberian tundra!