What if one day you woke up and you were a cat with a dog's face a rat's butt and an goat leg, so then you went to the vet or tried to but then you remembered you had no thumbs so you couldn't open the front door so then you scratched at the door for 10 minutes before some random person who was presumably your mother opened the door and kicked you out. So then you walked around town for 3 hours and then at noon you finally saw the vet's clinic so then you tried to go in but then you remembered you had no thumbs again so you banged your face into the window until someone let you in and then the vet told you that you were the ugliest thing they had ever seen and told you to get out, but they gave you a princess band-aid at least. So then you were feeling rather depressed and went in search of a therapist for your life's troubles so you walked around town for another hour and then you found one and this time a window was open and you tried to go through that but your fat rat butt prevented you from doing so, so you stayed there in that embarrassing position for 15 minutes until so merciful soul kicked your fat rat butt so it slid through the window with the rest of your cat dog goat self so then you tried talking to the therapist but then you remembered you were a cat dog goat rat thing and were not capable of human speech so the therapist glared at you and chased you around with a broom until you leaped out the window in which miraculously your fat rat butt fit through this time. You at this point gorged yourself on raw sugar and died of diabeetus.
At what angle is the sun at this point?