It’s been summer here in the UK this week and Tuesday was particularly hot. (“How hot?”, my Canadian cousin will ask. “In the early 30s” I reply... and then, following her snort of derision, I will remind her that we don’t have air-con and we aren’t used to such temperatures.)
Somebody who clearly isn’t coping with the heat is Rocket Ron (extremely local reference there for those of us of a certain age), a visitor to my friend Kelly’s house, who in the hot weather this week, flaked out on her kitchen floor.
Our cats have been struggling too, particularly Mr Winky, the black one; we’ve barely seen him, so I suspect he’s been hiding in some cool foliage.
Hi Helen, thank you for sharing your Caturday posts. Some years ago we spent 6 weeks B&Bing in small villages around England and lower Scotland and in all travels we have never met such friendly cats. It didn't matter where we were McCraig Tower in Oban or Windermere in the Lakes District or exploring the centre of London we always seem to be accompanied by a moggie. We were missing our two fur-babies at home in Australia so the were only too happy to give our new friends attention.
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