Lynette hasn’t posted anything for me for a while. She says she is busy on other important projects. WHAT? I can’t see anything more important than my blog, and I tap at her when she sits at the computer to attract her attention.
When I described something to her, she said, ‘That must have been a dream, Sasha dear. I noticed you were lying down outside in your little tent in the heat. I tried to make it cosy for you Sasha. You must have had a fever dream because you got too hot. You should have come inside to the airconditioning!’
Cats love the heat and it has been a hot summer nearly every day. I was surprised when Lynette told me it was supposed to be autumn (‘fall’ for readers elsewhere).
‘March was 4.3°C above the long term average maximum temperature, my darling cat.’
No wonder you were not as active as usual. (My thoughts are in italics—I beam them to the computer directly and she can’t see them)
‘What was that, dear cat? I couldn’t hear you properly.’
Please make a picture of my experience.
‘Here is the film of your dream, dear Sasha.
