The Private Members Only Cat Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch, offers adequate overnight accommodations in the spring, summer and early fall.
In the late fall and winter, the discerning Lion prefers to bed down atop a basket of fresh laundry in the Feline Penthouse, sometimes erroneously referred to as what should be the master bedroom but for the Cats.
Oh, Sun, you may have overdone it a bit this summer.
But not all of us minded!
Please keep the warmth flowing into the fall.
By all means rake up the fallen leaves, Humans.
Just not my leaf-bed. I’m about to doze off.
Finnegan? Who’s that?
Only us yellow and orange leaves here.
It is cold, Human Mommy! Why are you unplugging my space heater?!
You’re leaving for work, you’ve set the thermostat to 68 degrees, and the space heater is a hazard unattended, you say.
It’s on you if you come home to a Catsicle.
When it’s cold, we Turtles burrow in.
If a warm spell strikes, we reamerge to bask in the unseasonable heat.
Nothing, not even blood worms, tastes as good as Vitamin-D feels.
–Princess Maple Ann
As temperatures plummet..
…find yourself a good lap warmer.
Beware of the hot temperatures, Humans! Your House Panther may melt into a large, tarry puddle, reminiscent of an oil slick.
Don’t fret, Humans! Tuna and catnip will restore your Panther to his solid form.
Fall is coming. You won’t be able to stretch out in buttery patches of summer sunlight much longer. Fires, though, are just as nice.