This is Storm, the cat. We are back in this 34-foot steel tube the staff refer to as a “sailing vessel”. Will this bizarre passion never end? Unlike last year when it was cool and the cockpit was my personal greenhouse, it’s hot and windy (you know I hate wind!)
You do know feline intelligence is far superior to humans, right? I find a shady spot inside and sleep during the heat of the day; at night when it’s cooler, I eat, prowl and play. I try numerous times each night to get my staff up so they can see for themselves, but instead of learning from the wisdom of my ways, they just get testy! They think I’m going senile! Don’t get mad at me! Whose idea was it to live in a poorly ventilated steel tube with no A/C in this heat?? Not mine!
Did I mention I’m bored out of my mind??