Preparing for the heat
I woke Lynettea at 6 am. MIAOUW.
She reluctantly got out of bed.
'What is wrong, Sasha? It is hot. You don't look too good.'
I let my legs collapse and flung myself at full stretch on the wood floor.
Then I make some small, feeble meows.
Meow meooow meeeeow.
Lynettea rushes to close all windows and puts on the cool breeze.
I can feel it drifting over me, stirring my furs gently. The temperature is dropping. I am invigorated. I spring to my feet and dash down the corridor, leap on the front windowsill and make the venetian blinds rattle. Crash! Rattle! I spring off and bolt up and down the corridor.
She reluctantly got out of bed.
'What is wrong, Sasha? It is hot. You don't look too good.'
I let my legs collapse and flung myself at full stretch on the wood floor.
Then I make some small, feeble meows.
Meow meooow meeeeow.
Lynettea rushes to close all windows and puts on the cool breeze.
I can feel it drifting over me, stirring my furs gently. The temperature is dropping. I am invigorated. I spring to my feet and dash down the corridor, leap on the front windowsill and make the venetian blinds rattle. Crash! Rattle! I spring off and bolt up and down the corridor.
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Way to go Sasha!!!
Purrs Georgia,Julie and JJ