Clovis has a room of his own. I have an old wooden chair in there that I draped with some fuzzy blue fabric and a purple towel. He spends a lot of his day under the chair. It's like a little fort.
One morning the sun was shining through a gap in the fabric and created some interesting visuals; his little orange lips, the vivid blue, the contrast of his white chest and the dark shadows. Those little jowls-so very soft.