Our cats love the summer. They love the French windows being open to the garden so that they can stroll in and out at their leisure instead of going through the cat flap. They love lying on the couches in the warm back room. Tom stretches his back legs on the cushions and flexes all of his toes, and when he’s asleep he snores gently. Flora prefers lying along the top of the couch so that she can open her eyes from time to time, to keep an eye on the squirrels and birds in the garden. Other favourite napping spots include the sheepskin rug, the table (where they know they are not allowed to be!), the slabs or strangely the gravel just outside the French windows, and on a very hot day the flowerbeds. They also enjoy James and I being around the house more. Often when we are having lunch or sitting in the garden we notice that one or other cat just happens to be walking or having a wash nearby.
They are both extremely cute, which of course is nature’s way of getting us to overlook their bloodthirsty tendencies. Tom adores Grandma and frequently accompanies us along to her house where he greets her joyously and then curls up near her. Flora is very loud and has many different noises with which she greets us, complains to us, asks for food or just chats. Tom is almost completely quiet but moves his mouth in a silent miaow when he is asking us for something. They enjoy play fighting and grooming each other; Tom especially seems to have developed a maternal attitude towards Flora. I am extremely fond of them both.
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