When it’s 27°C outside – yes, even though it’s SUPPOSED TO BE SEPTEMBER – and you’re a black animal covered in fur, the sensible thing to do would be to keep out of the sun, non?
Well, NON. Whilst Cat Daddy and I slow-cooked to death on Sunday afternoon, feebly sipping ice-cold drinks, Louis Catorze decided to sunbathe, on hot paving slabs, with no shade.
(We do have shady spots aplenty in the garden. He just didn’t want them.)
We have lived with him for long enough to know what a weirdo he is, so this didn’t come as a surprise. However, what did was when he pitter-pattered indoors, after charging himself up in the heat like a small, screaming branding iron, to roll the heat off onto us.
He tried first with Cat Daddy (rejected), then with me (rejected). Eventually he settled for using his papa as a pillow, flicking his contented tail against me.
Even like this Catorze radiated heat, so we tried to cool him down with a freezer ice pack thing, like the ones that athletes wear (well, ok, nothing like those ones, really). He appeared to enjoy it for a short while, then shook it off to go back outside and sunbathe again.
Cat Daddy: “I give up. Maybe we should just shear him in the spring, like a Highland sheep? We could leave a few bits on, like his face and tail, otherwise he might look stupid.”
Right.
Anyway, there’s no sign of Catorze now, so we’re hoping he’s suddenly had a common sense transfusion and found some cool shade somewhere.
Meanwhile, do you have eyes on your furry overlords? Can you rely on them to be sensible in extreme* weather?
*27°C is extreme for us Brits.
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