Belly in the sun
We stayed at the K-hotel in Phuket for one simple reason: they have cats.
Last year when we were there, one particularly friendly Siamese came to our room and slept on the bed with us. By which I mean she jumped on the bed, curled up to sleep, and forced us to sleep as best we could around her.
This year we were sad to find out that one of the cats had died: in fact, I think it was the very same cat called Samlee who had kept us company. We did make friends with another cat, a mischievous young male called Siam who we found curled up on the cafe chairs at breakfast, catching up on his sleep after a night of gallivanting and prowling.