Summer’s coming to a close. We’re taking advantage of every hot day. Gotta keep an eye on all the goings-on.
And then stretch out for a good relaxin’.
She surely loves her sunbeams. She especially loves them when she can get the in-your-face sunbeam action going. I was working my arse off in the chair beside her, while she blissed out very pointedly. Yes, Misha, you’re right. I do sometimes wish I was a cat.
The days get hot, but the nights cool fast, and the sun goes down earlier. Soon, the leaves will begin turning their glorious colors. The air will be crisp with a hint of smoke. And another summer will be past. She’s had a good one. With luck, we’ll get one or a few more.
She’ll probably manage to make it to 25 just to keep me from fostering kittens.