It’s hot, Mom. I don’t think I like this.

You’re fine, Quint. We’re all okay. It’s only hot outside, not in here.

Yes, it’s hot. It is the end of July, after all. We keep all our blinds closed this time of year and keep our temperature inside at 75 degrees Fahrenheit, though sometimes (and don’t tell Dad), she bumps it up to 76. We don’t go any higher because it affects Dad’s MS and because we don’t want melty cats left and right.

Meanwhile, Tessa’s melting onto the fleece blanket. Thanks, Tessa. You’re really “helping” to make our case here.

Mom, don’t get all excited or anything, but I think I might be open to a fur trimming.

Whoa, mark your calendars, people!

So what if it’s warm? All I need is a tasty box and I’m fine.

Thanks, Viola. You always have the right thing to say.

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

2023 – Five Word Wednesday
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2021 – Sometimes, You just gotta sing
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2017 – Wordless Wednesday
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2013 – Friday Flashback
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