It's hot. Cats flop.
Tyche flops on the chairs under the kitchen table. She is a fatty fat-
fat, so limbs, tails, rolls, and heads loll off in all directions.
I'm always afraid she'll get her head or leg stuck in the carving on
the back of the chair.
In the bedroom Kumani flops on the foot of the bed. Nocturne is
"across the valley" on top of the trunk/box containing my ****rts.
It's a good thing I have tank-tops and work clothes elsewhere. T-
****rts come at a PRICE these days (if I want to wear one, I lay it out
the night before--when the box is nox-free....)
I am packing my suitcase. I have it on the chair. Smokey pokes on
it....or on my stereo. I come home and the stereo lid is open and the
printer is mysteriously on. Arg, I hate this habit but what can I do?
I'd love to flop on the couch all day myself.
--Fil
so glad we have a pool in this place
