That brown thing is our heater. She often stares in between the vents at the flame bar, which we call “gazing into Mr. Heater’s eyes.” She also may paw at the heater to try to reach the flame bar and, if her claws are overgrown, get stuck! When she’s tired out after a hard day of napping, she florbs like this and uses Mr. Heater as a pillow. She’s giving me the side eye because I have interrupted their passionate embrace with my nosy camera.