HOT, HOT, HOT. About 90 degrees out there and boy, I am not one for trekking around in Sahara weather. Even moving from breakfast to nap and from nap to dinner wears me out!
All the tourists out there are dragging around with crumpled hats and minimal interest in anything because of the heat. Even the tour leader’s umbrella is sagging. Gelato shops are full around 3pm to 6pm and everyone has a water bottle stashed somewhere for getting around without collapsing!
Boy, do I love being me.
Under the bed, or stretched out, cool, no worries, mate and a nice plate of (turkey tonnato?)whatever around 6 or so (I let them know when, you can bet your boots), or as mama’s friend says, “They get their breakfast and they get their tea, and that’s it.” So now I am calling dinner, “tea time”, which is so elegant and pretty, even though I get no actual tea, alas.
This photo mama took for me was so funny. This person was clearly way too hot even to wear the lei and left his/her water besides! Now that’s hot!
Papa insists that what we all need to do is go out to a cool café (as in cool, not as in ”hip”), sit in the shade and order mojitos (whatever they are—I think they are rum, sugar and sparkling water with a nice sprig of catnip)—but I’m happy just to lie here and think about snow-covered mountain tops or a dish of vanilla.
Lotsa luck on that one…
Now these guys are probably boiling. Imagine wearing that all day…worse than my coat!
Today was one of the first really hot days for us. 90 degrees. And the mom won’t turn the cold air blowing thingy on. Pffffft!!
Mama does not like the cold air blowing thing either. But I’m going to get her to blow on my fur for a while…haha.
You look adorable on your back- keep cool.
You mean I don’t look a little…er…awkward. I just lie where I fall….
Poor Loulou, maybe stay at home with your cool garden next time and the lady who looks after you during holidays?
A big bowl of ice in front (or behind) of an electric fan can really help in these scorching times.
Luff
Mungo & Jet
Hey, as usual you guys have the answer. Now do you pour the run in first or the lime juice in that bowl?
Hahaha! This is your bowl of ice Loulou. Guard it well!
Luff
M&J
I see they are coming at me with STRAWS!!!!
Maybe not. I had a Renaissance costume (worked there one summer as a puppeteer) that was fortunately made of cotton and was pretty cool. And, I admit, when I got too hot I dunked those long sleeves in cool water and smacked my face a lot. Successfully worked it into the act!
What a great idea. Mama loves puppets. Do you know of the lady near Montisi, Italy who makes them? Incredible doll/puppet maker. Quite famous, I think.