When it’s 21°C outside and you’re a black animal covered in fur, you might feel like cooling down. Even if you’re a Sun King.
Catorze sought out this thin strip of shade, about 15cm wide/long (depending on whether you’re a portrait or a landscape kind of person), underneath our outdoor table. He did his best to squeeze into it but couldn’t quite fit, possibly on account of his recent chubbing up.
The little fat sod bravely bore these hostile desert conditions for about, erm, ten minutes before adjourning to the more comfortable cat plinths above, where he was fully shaded:
And that is where he remained, until Cat Daddy went outside to relax in peace. Catorze, straight in like a heat-seeking missile, made sure he failed in his mission.
Whilst 21°C isn’t far off a Dantean hellfire for us Brits, this is by no means the worst it gets here. We have suffered temperatures much higher, including that one apocalyptic day when it was 40°C a couple of summers ago. Yet, when it’s THAT hot, Catorze isn’t quite warm enough and seeks out sunbathing spots.
No, we don’t understand it, either. Our place is just to serve the Sun King, not to question his affairs.
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