I guess life is back to normal for my cats. Gracie is once again licking herself bare on the bottom part of her belly, where I was (sigh) so pleased to see the fur grow back after her operations. And Tig? Well, he was outside sleeping this afternoon, and though it was 98 degrees in the shade, he must have decided that was not comfortable enough, so he moved into the sun and slept some more. Then moved back into the shade. He’s now outside in the much more comfortable 93-degree heat, where he is only in the shade because there’s little sun left on the patio.
Cats.
I have two with distinctly nutty tendencies.