Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here.
It has been hot around here. Don’t get me wrong, the wild ancestors of we domestic kitties lived in a pretty hot region, and we still like hot. But lately it’s been HOT. So hot, in fact, that it’s been difficult for Brother Henry, Sir Thomas, and me to spend any amount of time laying in the sun without overheating. It’s been a little depressing because there’s very little that we like more than the feeling of sunshine on our fur.
Fortunately, Brother Henry has found a way to be able to enjoy the feel of the sun without getting overly warmed by it. He calls it his “sunlution” to the problem. While I don’t approve of the pun, I do approve of his technique. He demonstrated it for me this morning.
I have to admit, in this instance, Brother Henry could be mistaken for the brains, rather than the brawn of The Cult. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go stick my paw in a sunbeam.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver