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Caturday Pootie Diary: Too hot for cuddles [1]
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Date: 2023-07-22
“Freddie!” I called, shaking the treat bag. I hadn’t been able to find him and this was my last resort. “Where’s the boy!”
He came trotting toward me from the living room, looking for all the world like he hadn’t been in a black hole for Ceiling Cat knew how long.
“Were you under the sheet?” I wondered. We keep the couch in there covered in a sheet since Freddie is the only one who uses it and he tends to leave a lot of fur behind.
“You promised treats,” he reminded me.
“Right,” I said, opening the bag. “Shaking the bag represents a verbal contract.” I carefully set three treats at his feet and watched as he ate them, one after another.
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His eyes following the bag as I resealed it and put it back on the coffee table. “More?” he asked, his face hopeful.
“Sorry, little guy. Three is the limit.”
He deflated a little but followed me as I walked to my usual spot on the couch and dropped into the seat. A second later he was on the cushion next to me.
“Isn’t it too hot to hang out under the sheet?” I asked, reclining my chair so he could sit between my legs.
“The floor is cool,” he said, climbing over my lap.
“So it was like a tent, huh? Or a blanket fort?”
He settled with his back to me. “Sure,” he said. “Cozy.”
“Fort Freddie,” I mused.
I felt a bead of sweat travel from my hairline, down the side of my face to my chin. I lifted my shoulder to wipe it away. “It’s hot,” I said.
Freddie ignored me, content to sleep away the heat of the afternoon.
The problem was that he was partially draped over my right leg and his furry weight was like an electric blanket.
“Freddie,” I complained. “This is unsustainable.”
His ear twitched, but he did not react otherwise.
I sighed.
He was testing my “Freddie gets my lap as long as he wants” rule.
I leaned forward, peeling the skin of my arms and shoulders from the leather of the couch, stuck there like Velcro. I was sweating, despite moving as little as possible. The fan in front of the open back door helped a little, but any benefit was mostly negated by the sixteen and a half pound animal on my leg.
I twitched my foot in an effort to gently encourage him to move.
He wrapped a paw around my ankle.
I twitched a little harder.
The claws at the end of that paw slowly sank into the skin of my heel.
I froze, not wanting him to really dig in.
“Shoot,” I said, leaning back in my seat again.
I could tell he was happy because he was purring and the claws slowly dug in and out of my skin in a sleepy attempt at biscuits.
It hurt.
And I was so hot.
“I bet you’d be more comfortable on the floor,” I crooned softly. “It’ll be a lot cooler than this sticky leather.”
He sighed and closed his eyes.
My glass of iced tea was empty.
Between the heat of the afternoon, the furry hot water bottle on my legs, and the empty glass, my mouth was roughly as dry as the Sahara.
I coughed a little.
Freddie shifted, making himself more comfortable.
“At least one of us is,” I grumbled.
I moved the leg he wasn’t lying directly on a little, trying to separate my skin from his body heat. It worked a little and I sighed.
I wanted to jump headfirst into an icy lake.
I wanted to pour slightly defrosted ice cream over my head.
I wanted to make snow angels and then take a nap in the soft ice.
I wanted to pitch a tent in a walk in freezer and camp there.
I’d settle for a refill on my drink.
Extra ice, please.
“Freddie,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Get me something to drink.”
“No thumbs,” he muttered.
“Drat,” I said.
Freddie suddenly stood and stretched, his back arching and his tail lifting. “Good stretch!” I said.
He shook himself from head to tail, waking up, then jumped over my leg to the floor.
“Where are you going?” I whined.
“Fort Freddie,” he said, walking toward the sheet covered couch.
“Come back!” I called, reaching out to him. He was already out of reach. “I wasn’t done cuddling!”
He was gone.
I lowered the footrest and peeled myself off the couch. It was time to drink a gallon of water.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! Freddie and I are so tired of the heat. It seems to just be getting started. We hope everyone is staying cool and safe.
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