I think my poor cats don't understand the world anymore. One day its hot, one day it's cold. Fortunately they don't have any problems with their clothes. they just change napping places.
Arthur has chosen the garden table for a nap, and was not happy when I came out with my computer to blog on the terrace !
Pookie sleeps on the cool tiles, always inside, she seldom goes outside now, that she is an old lady. She loves to lay in the kitchen, and each time we dare to go into the kitchen, she starts her concerts for food !
Rosie relaxes in the heat, from time to time she brings us a mouse as gift. Fortunately only dead once. Unless we step barefoot on one corpse, it doesn't bother us, Mr. G. throws them in the bin !
Kim must be hiding somewhere under the bushes where it is cool, we don't see her very much.