I am under my bus seat in my cool place. The sun is fierce, even though it is not a heatwave. My bus seat is sheltered by my artificial grass draped over it and has a nice cardboard apartment unit, with a cosy inside it. My mock fur rugs are on top, for when it is a bit cooler and I can lounge on them.
We went for a nice walkies this morning. Lynettea didn't mind how long we stayed out and I really had to drag her in again.
She got another big plastic container from the shed and washed it.
I had a lot of cuddle time this morning, with Lynettea hugging me close. I bet she would miss me if I wasn't here. I need to be here to look after her and she needs to be here to serve me. My wants are simple and I also am a very lovable cat.
The house is getting untidy with things stacked here and there in the lounge room and bedroom. And I have to make a big leap for the windowsill to look out the kitchen window. It is rather inconvenient. I miaowed something about that to Lynettea, but she just shook her head.
She is not making much progress on cat language, although I try to make her practice every day.