And now it is time for the cat's point of view, as she is a superior form of life who must always have the last word in everything.
7:06 AM. Waking up at home. Dreamed well, of what is good in life. To crush my enemies. Drive them before me. And to hear the lamentations of their women.
7:09 AM. An examination of the exterior from the top of the couch. I see some flying lunches out on the lawn. Looks hot out there. Fortunately there's air conditioning in here.
7:13 AM. Waiting on the staff to get downstairs and see to my breakfast.
7:16 AM. Come on, staff. The clock is ticking....
7:20 AM. The staff finally comes downstairs. It's about time, too. Now then, let's get our priorities right and see to my breakfast, are we clear?
7:22 AM. Supervising the staff as she sees to my breakfast. To my great discouragement, she has taken the bag of field rations out.
7:24 AM. The staff sets down the bowl of field rations, a bowl of milk, and a plate of tuna.
I shall content myself with the milk and tuna, and ignore the field rations.
7:25 AM. Finished with my breakfast. Will leave the staff in peace to have hers.
7:36 AM. The staff is on her way out the door. Farewell, staff. Hopefully the heat ends before you get back, because honestly, I'm not a fan of that blast of heat whenever a door gets opened.
7:43 AM. Somewhere in the distance I can hear the howls of that idiot dog from down the road.
Stupid dog....
8:02 AM. Watching the Weather Channel. According to these guys, the heat should finally break up this evening with a thunderstorm.
Good. About time.
But in the meantime, perhaps a nap could get us there faster. Right?
10:35 AM. Yawn and a big stretch to greet my second go around of the day after a nap.
10:36 AM. Checking the kitchen, and disappointed to remember that all that's out in the open is field rations.
Oh well, what is must be and all that.
Oh well, what is must be and all that.
12:10 PM. Studying the prevailing skies outside from the comforts of the back of the sofa.
That cloud looks like a scratching post.
1:32 PM. Watching the mailman drop stuff off at the mailbox before driving off. Did that foul mutt bark at you?
4:56 PM. The staff is returning home, bearing some groceries.
Staff, be quick about it. You're letting in the heat.
5:01 PM. Supervising the staff as she puts groceries away.
The milk meets my approval.
6:12 PM. The staff is working on dinner. I smell bacon.
6:42 PM. Dinner with the staff. She's made apple and bacon pancakes, and has cut me up a couple of them into bite sized pieces.
Very good, staff, very good indeed.
7:05 PM. Musing in the living room on the great mysteries of life. Where did the ball of yarn come from?
8:41 PM. Thunder somewhere in the distance. Well, it was coming sooner or later.
8:47 PM. And that thunder was really close. I can hear the rain starting outside. No stopping it now.
9:23 PM. The storm continues. Oddly, I'm finding all the thunder to be weirdly relaxing.
11:30 PM. The staff goes off to bed. Good night, staff, sleep well.
If the storm knocks out the power, don't worry about the alarm clock. I'll let you sleep in.
So that you can spend the entire day with me.
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