Cat in the sun

The stripes fall on the wall
and my eyes light up.
I'm pressed against the cool, white plaster
feeling the soft touch of sun
for the first time in months--
not that it's the first sunshine I've seen
in months
but rather that it's the first time
I've had morning sun in my home
as my last apartment was a cave
And this, though still mostly unsettled,
is my new home, and it
has sun
in the mornings,
which makes me happy.
The stripes move, brighten, and
I notice another patch on the floor.
Excuse me while I lay here for a while.