I am finding ways to keep cool in this heatwave. Adelaide is the hottest city.
S-p-r-a-w-l-e-d on the tiled floor is a bit cooler. If I didn't have that annoying camera flashed in my eyes, that is.
SHUT EYES and I will think of something nice.
Maybe I will help Lynettea read her book for book club. It is supposed to be about someone standing in a field of rye, I think. It isn't very interesting though, as there are absolutely no cats in it whatever. All the hero thinks about is me me me me me. I can relate to that.
Maybe he will be born in his next lifetime as a cat. Probably as a cat in a luxurious home that has nothing to do except complain. MIAOUWWWWW! Lynettea thinks I am being too harsh and she can find deeper existential meanings in the book.
HARSH? I meant it as praise.