When in doubt; Wash!
Now when it’s this hot, muggy and miserable in general, we suffer … and so does our cat.
Most of the time, he’s stretched out on the floor, near the fan, like a big piece of fur.
We can help ourselves to the shower, or to just put our heads underneath the cold water tap, but he needs assistance. As often as possible, I wipe him down, thoroughly, with a wet microfibre cloth. Normally, he’d protest so badly against this kind of treatment, but now he doesn’t fight it at all.
After these treatments, he seems to realise that his fur is wet … or at least somewhat damp, so then the big wash ensues. He drinks water properly, I keep track of that. This morning, we’re experiencing a bit of relief, and he’s alright … his usual self.
Tonight, my friend from Sweden will arrive … around midnight. That will be so much fun, and my postaday-project will probably be a little different. I think posts will come in spurts at times. That’s not world shattering news, and I’m the one who cares the most about it.