After a few days of very warm weather, it is cold again.
Each morning I try to make my bed, but Rosie doesn't agree ! So it's always the same. She doesn't move, I pull on the cover, she starts to wash while thinking hard what to do, then moves to the other end of the bed and finally offended she jumps down. And every single day it is the same procedure.
When it was hot Rosie lay on the tiles
or decorated the table. The black and white thing is not piece of a tuxi fur, but the bathroom rug. It happened to Mr. G. that he thought she was laying there.
Pookie still gives her free concerts mostly in the morning and sings one opera after the other until finally she settles down for a nap. By the time we are ready for a madhouse.
When it's hot Arthur loves to lay on the bark in the shade
and when it's cold he squeezes himself between my desk and the wall on the radiator. To his disappointment it is cold !
Kim is mostly outside and only sleeps inside when it rains.