Last night was cooler, but still warm in the house. I had a restful sleep on my freshly washed blue blankie. Lynettea had put it away when the weather was so hot at the weekend, but she thought it might be cosy for me. She is still staring at me to see if I am scratching. So far, I haven't had any more squirts of the fur calming spray.
We might even go out. Otherwise I could fall into a depression.
I am looking out the window. Can't see much activity in the garden.