It's baking hot here has been since Sunday. We know how hot it is
because Dunzi hasn't tried to wake me up at 5AM for breakfast- we've
long since come to an arrangement over that- as it;s a small flat it
tends to be a lot easier to get up, stagger into kitchen and throw
pouchie contents into the bowl then fall back into bed (yes I am a
well trained slave) than lie there whilst she chucks my stuff on the
floor.....

You know its hot when she takes a slow walk to the kitchen at
mealtimes rather than her usual attempt to cause a sonic boom (I think
she's done it more than once) as soon as there's a hint that something
tasty is about to be served..

And of course the heat is our fault- both cats keep looking
reproachfully at us after all when it's cold we turn on something that
makes it warm so why can't we turn something off to make it cool now?

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs