Outdoors, Zora will find a spot of shade to lay in, even if it’s only 70 degrees out. The sun is just too much for her to bear. If she hears the hose turn on to water the plants, she acts like she’s dying of thirst, but daren’t step out into the sun-warmed grass. It’s all very dramatic.
But indoors, it’s another story. In the cool, air-conditioned, dimmish afternoons, she’ll find any spot of sun, and huddle in it like it’s the last remaining ray.





















