It ain't half hot, mum

Another hot day -- it's all too much when you are black. Mystère spends all day asleep in the house, waking occasionally to demand food or a lap. Then he spends all night out and about doing whatever cats do at night -- I would dearly like to know what he gets up to.

No apologies for the emergency cat blip -- I haven't blipped him since 13 April! And the alternative emergency blip was yet more flowers. There were few other opportunities -- I worked all day and spent the evening driving to Girona and back to pick up S, getting home at 1:30 am.