[ Loiosh, an orange tabby, is loosely curled up on a footrest, with his chin resting on my foot and his butt end tucked into the bend of my knee. His eyes are just the littlest bit open. ]
The conundrum: it’s hot. But cats need cuddles.
Solution: don’t get too close.
[ A closer view: the tip of Loiosh’s tail is tucked under his nose. His eyes are shut, but both ears are tilted just slightly off to the side; he’s still awake, if barely. ]
Of course that still gets pretty warm, but a cat’s gotta do what a cat’s gotta do.
(at least only one of us is sweating)
[ Loiosh is curled more tightly now, still leaning against my leg, but on the other side. ]
It’s always a little easier in the evenings, once the sun’s gone down. Everything’s easier once it’s cooler out.
But you’ve still gotta survive the day.
[ He’s stretched out in this picture, one foreleg draped over my knee (which also has a blue smudge of paint), the rest of him sprawled along the length of the footrest. His eyes are open but his ears aren’t doing a thing; I think he’s actually, hilariously, asleep. ]
I’m just glad it’s getting cooler. More snuggles (less sweat)!
