Dear Diary
August 15, 2003It's a hot and sunny Friday. The heat cascades from every window and sears the floor in oblong patches. There is water out but it was uncomfortably warm to drink shortly after sunrise. I forced myself to lap it up. No relief; there is no quarter given by this malicious weather.
Master is out at work. Cat lounges in the living room, as ever. I alone wander the halls and rooms. The suffocating warmth and humidity are choking my mind. I cannot think.
There is a slight breeze flowing under Master's bedroom door. I put my belly to the wooden surface and abut my nose to the thin gap between door and floor, desperate for any movement of air.
Nothing. The breeze has passed. Even fleeting relief is beyond my reach.
The water in toilet is much cooler. I slake my thirst against the pristine, white porcelain. The ceramic tiling of the floor cools my belly as I stretch out. Sweet sanctuary. I roll over and try to lose the heat my fur was made to hold. Curse these hairs! Misery and damnation!
Master had best return soon. I need a walk.
I must end here. I smell mailman.
Rover
| Posted by vinny9 on August 15, 2003 with category tags of Weblog |
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