Who's got a hot pussy?

[DameDiazepamTheDramaQueen]

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Poor Puccini is BOILING! he meowed all last night and just wouldn't settle down!

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Meooooooooow

I know, it's really hot...

Meooooooooow

I know, come and lie down...

Meooooooooow

Would you like a drink/ food/ cuddle...

Meooooooooow

I KNOW it's hot, it's not my fault...

MEOOOOOOW x 100

He meowed non stop for half an hour this morning, then ate 2 pouches of Sheba and is now fast asleep on my bed

How are your cats coping in this weather?

Mr September on the Litter Tray 2017 Abandoned Cats Calendar?

In spite of the heat, MCat is curled up next to me, attempting to climb on my lap, at every opportunity. I have to decline, because it would overheat us both. He's purring though.

Little Monsieur is being more sensible, lying on his back, legs splayed in every direction, little pink belly catching the breeze.

Here is New Kitten. He likes it hot.

Ha! I think Mr March is still unfilled, Rolly.

No flies on my cat.... He tends to like the cool tiled floor in the kitchen or in front of the fan

I've let the boys stay out a bit later tonight, because I can't bear to shut the back door at the moment, in order to catch what little breeze is available.

Little Monsieur is delighted, and speeding round the garden, back into the house, rinse and repeat.

He also has a nemesis, which warbles (a Thrush I think, def. not a blackbird) at him from the holly tree. He chatters at it. I really just think he wants to make friends with it. Then decapitate it.

If he's 'chattering' at it, I rather think that his thoughts are already at the decapitation stage I fear.

Fortunately, MCat has forbidden him from climbing the holly tree. I like to think he's looking out for the Little M.

MCat just likes to sit on the wall and give the poor bird panic attacks.

Little M also sits on the windowsill, chattering at passers by. Thank goodness he isn't the size of a lion. Even so, I'm sure he'd just drag people in "to make friends with".

BogBastard has one like that. It sits on next doors TV aerial and shouts what I assume are extremely rude things in Blackbird.

BB meanwhile, who hasn't yet quite worked out the whole issue about birds going up and cats not, sits there looking very intent ...

Although from the sound of it, he's not quite so 'Little' any more?

Just how long is it taking BB to work all this out?

He's a bit overweight Cozie. The vet, at his last check-up said, "Don't let him put anymore weight on, will you?"

They are a breed known to gain weight easily.

But because of his tiny head and lack of fur, he still looks so small. apart from the swingy pink baldy tummy

I shall get the Flying Frenzy out forthwith...

WWCat is melting.

cozie he is the loveliest of cats with the most amiable temperament but I fear he was behind a few doors when the brains were being handed out The other explanation is that being able to jump like a coiled spring and climb like a lumberjack, he refuses to accept that one day he won't also be able to fly ...

He still has quite a way to go to catch up with the cat of my youth who was a strong contender (in a wide field) for the Thickest Cat Ever. Watching him stalk a squirrel was a whole comedy episode in itself.

Bog, a resident blackbird is a nightmare. Especially when sitting in the garden, enjoying the breeze after your Friday night hangover, with it screaming at you.

My resident Blackbird would sit on our fence, shouting at my cat. Who would sometimes get the bottle to stalk up the path, before losing bottle, and running back into the house. It even brought it's fledglings into the garden one day. Cue one unhappy cat, locked in all day.

We moved.

Hooblepuss has moved into the bath as it's the coolest spot in the house. Glad I'm not wearing a fur coat in this heat!

I have two hot pussies. They have been walking around for days crying. They haven't done this since I first acquired them. One is very fluffy, he just moves a bit and flings himself on the floor, like he's going for an Oscar.
They have realised however, the coolest place is the bath. Haven't caught them in there, but seen and heard the evidence. And no, they don't care if there is water in the bath. In they jump and stay until they hear someone approach.
They hate the fans though. Either they run away from it or try and attack it. When we go out, I have to lock the fans away from them. Come in a few times to see fans on the floor and bite marks on the grills.

M.Cat knows where the cool spots are.

On the other hand, Little Monsieur hasn't quite worked it out yet, and just sprawls in front of me, expecting me to sort it. Or he goes for shade, making himself into a cat pancake and slithering under chests of drawers. I shouldn't laff, but tis amusing watching his back legs, splayed out, dragging himself under the furniture, like a wounded soldier. He's semi bald ffs!

I'm going to try the smoothing with a cold flannel. Poor little mite, he's only 2, and this is his first experience of an English heatwave.

I had to turn off Seniorboy's electric blanket. Now that's Summer!

I'll probably get a bashing, but I'm a cat- hater. Unfortunately, a pal emotionally blackmailed asked me to look after 'Wiggins' while she is on holiday. Darn thing insists on sleeping across my stomach every night, making me unfeasibly hot when I wake. Are cats not aware of the three date rule?

What can I say? If they love you they love you!

Our Misty is hot, we got a cooling mat from B&M for a fiver. We ended up putting it in his favourite sleeping place and he has gone on it a few times

Afraid not Lorelei. Cats are the most entitled beings ever, and they can be complete cocks at times. Yet when you need them, they're there with an empathic paw, and a slow blink (cat smile).

I wouldn't change my 2 fools for anything in the world.

Anyway, welcome to the darkside. You'd not be looking after your friend's entitled tyrant- cat otherwise.

I'd be lying if I said I wan't a little emotionally attached too.... (still officially anti-cat). Tried pushing her off at regular intervals throughout the night, but she always resumes the original position. Partly hate it, partly feel disproportionately flattered.... Damn cats.

Loreli, just wait till he throws you off your pillow by insisting that you must admire his backside! You'll never complain about him sleeping on your tummy again.