Clear skies. Well mostly. Thunder and rain too. Under clouds. Then warm, muggy clear skies. What is a cat to do?
Miaow!
And.
Miaow!
And lick and roll and lick and Miaow!
It's too HOT! The path and its dust got alot of rolling. Sundance has an affection for Feverfew, which is intriguing and novel.
TC went off to find proper cool, the house was a) too warm and b) too full of stupid flies.
Mad Millie laid low.
Matthew went off for an explore and ended up sharing in the group complaint....Miaow!
Peter Sellers was feeling more frisky and went off into pastures further than normal in the heat of the day. She did turn round and go home quite quickly, so nobody missed her.
Butch went to see where his brother was.
Sundance kept asking everyone where his brother was.
The Spider has been keeping up with her 5 a day, although translating the instruction to mean fly protein.
Are the slugs out tonight? I don't know but it's starry and bright! Hamish!!!!!
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