Just chilling

Yesterday's much more exciting day is backblipped and does not feature cats.

A slow start this morning owing to disrupted sleep. I did make it to the pool for 10 am and there was only one other swimmer. Evidently everyone else stayed up later than we did. The water is 29C now, but the air was 32.

This blip is to record Miss Matisse (aka Spice Girl) sleeping on her cat tree. I have never bought a dedicated piece of furniture for a cat before, unless you count the cat bed I bought for brothers Minou and Minuit, which they never slept in. What's more, it's the ugliest piece of furniture we've ever bought (I'm sparing you the full horror of it). But we thought that while she's confined to the house it would be good for her to have something to climb on. She studiously ignored it for the first couple of days and even spurned the cardboard box it came in, but then grasped that we had positioned it so that she could easily climb up it to look out of the window. Much scrambling, scrabbling, and falling off ensued. It's only in the last two days that she has started actually sleeping on it.

It's been so hot today that we've barely left the house. The Belgian chip guy cried off this evening, because his fridge and freezer can't cope with the heat and he doesn't want to poison anyone. We both had a siesta in the afternoon to compensate for the broken night, and then had a cheeky apero with some of the social club committee who had opened the bar anyway, even though there were no takers due to lack of chips.