Summer at peace. Warm days and clammy air. Some were out and about from early hours, returning late. Some were not, staying cuddled to anything cool. Temperatures have been warmer, of course, but this has been a cool dank summer and anything warmer than that has fur to contend with. Moulting has not been what it usually is this year.
TC went outside briefly. Peter Sellers refused to. Both Butch and Sundance went off to find cool shady places far afield. Matthew went for a brief sojourn round the back of all gardens.
The woodpecker tapped confidently at the telegraph pole.
Peace.
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