The little person wanted to play with me today but the tall person explained that I should not be disturbed on very hot days. He said to the little person that if he wanted to know how hot and uncomfortable I feel because of my thick fur he should put on four pairs of trousers, four winter vests, five thick jumpers, four pairs of socks, his warmest coat, a scarf and a hat. Good comparison but I would have also suggested adding a long wig!
Ahh, the lovely tall person has left the back door open tonight so that I can keep cool.
Goodnight friends. Sleep well. Thank you for all of the lovely messages you sent me today.
Ahhh! It’s cool enough to sit outside now. Absolute bliss! Can you see the relief on my face?
Okay, confession time. It was 6.45 p.m. and I felt cool enough to venture out of the bathroom where I had been sheltering from today’s searing heat. I went to the kitchen to find the tall person but he wasn’t there. With no one to play with I decided to entertain myself with a roll of paper towels I found on the table. Is that a crime?
The tall person told me to stay in the cool bathroom today and not go out in the garden because of the heat. He reminded me that there is a saying that ‘only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun’. I am a bit silly sometimes but I am definitely not mad and avoided going outside until a few minutes ago when I had to……..you know……..go to the bathroom. I know this may sound confusing because I was already in the bathroom but I hope you know what I mean.
Well, what a relief! I thought I was going to burst! Anyway, I am back in the bathroom now and trying to cool down again.
It is 34 degrees today! Too hot to do anything.
I have retreated to my cool place in the bathroom.
There is a tree in the hall. It has been there for as long as I can remember. I know the people in the house have plants in pots in the house but I thought it strange that they allow a tree to grow inside. It has crossed my mind several times to investigate but I’m always busy (or sleeping). Today, I decided to free up time in my schedule and carry out a thorough forensic investigation. This entailed sniffing it and then biting a piece off (just as they do in C.S.I.).
To my surprise, my bite and taste tests revealed that the ‘tree’ is not a tree! I’m not sure if pretending to be a tree is a crime but it doesn’t seem right to me so I showed the tall person the piece I had bitten off. Surprisingly, he did not seem grateful that I had exposed the ‘tree’s’ real identity. He confiscated the ‘evidence’ and told me to leave the ‘tree’ thing alone. He is clearly not a seeker of the truth, like me.
The tall person woke up before me today and took some pictures of me sleeping and waking up.
As he is always following me around taking pictures of me I have now nicknamed him ‘Paparazzi’. It’s a good nickname because I can shorten it to ‘Papa’, which is nice.
Remember ‘Paparazzi’ tall person, no pictures when I am having a bad hair day!