The Private Members Only Cat Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch, offers adequate overnight accommodations in the spring, summer and early fall.
In the late fall and winter, the discerning Lion prefers to bed down atop a basket of fresh laundry in the Feline Penthouse, sometimes erroneously referred to as what should be the master bedroom but for the Cats.
I am a grey and white stone, at one with the other stones.
We soak in the rays of the late summer sun.
Hey, Papa Cosmo, I want to go outside and play fetch and chase squirrels and munch grass and such but it’s too doggone hot!
Why’s it so hot, Papa Cosmo?
Well, little Xena, Human Mommy controls the outdoor thermostat.
For some reason, known only to herself, she’s got it set at extra hot.
Why, Human Mommy? Why?
–Xena and Cosmo
Always wear your tuxedo, no matter how hot it gets.
If you melt, at least you’ll be a stylish puddle.
Beware of the hot temperatures, Humans! Your House Panther may melt into a large, tarry puddle, reminiscent of an oil slick.
Don’t fret, Humans! Tuna and catnip will restore your Panther to his solid form.
The Humans say you have been too hot, Summer.
The Humans are wrong. You’ve been perfect…
…just the hot, sultry way you are.
Oh, Sun, you feel so good on our fur!
We’ll miss you when winter comes.
–Stella and Cosmo
It’s essential to stay hydrated when temperatures soar.
Don’t drink out of the silly bowls the Humans provide for you. Drink exclusively from the drippy faucet of youth.
Seriously, it’s at least 9 times more hydrating than regular water.
Depending on the Google result you consult, I’m at least 80 years old.
I don’t look a day over 60, though, do I?
When temperatures soar, discerning young Lions eschew the couch, bench and cubby holes of the Private Members-only Cat Club in favor of the glass table top.
If you close your eyes, you may even have visions of ice fishing.