Sunlight? Check.
Open window? Check.
Telling gravity to take a hike? Check.
Reveling in one’s own floofiness? Abso-floofin’-lutely.
Next weekend is the sixth anniversary of Olivia’s adoption day. As you can see, she’s already practicing for the gala celebration to be held in her honor. (For comparison, see her Humane Society kitten mug shot: believe it or not, my wife saw this little bundle of spaz and said, “Yes, THAT’S THE ONE.”)