“Good morning! “I’m cock-a-doodle-doing to myself here. . .”
“It’s already 86℉ at 8:20 and it’s going up fast. Everybody else has headed for the shade.”
You’re right about the heat, Bart. As soon as I’ve had breakfast. . .
I’m joining Stormy in front of the fan:
The chicks are in the shade:
Goodness, hens, it’s too hot for both of you to be on that nest at once!
How did you get into the tool shed, baby cats?
“There are spaces in the floorboards that only cats know about, Francis.”
Whatever you say, little cat (seriously, cat-cops, you really need to name them). 🐴
Anyway, here’s a video of someone who needs no name. . .
“Just think of me as a cat with hands.” 🦝