(C) Daily Kos This story was originally published by Daily Kos and is unaltered. . . . . . . . . . . Caturday Pootie Diary: Might as well be walking on the sun [1] ['This Content Is Not Subject To Review Daily Kos Staff Prior To Publication.'] Date: 2024-06-29 “It so hot and look at you. Lying in the sun. Ridiculous,” the human said. I lifted my head and looked at her, giving her just the right amount of contempt. I closed my eyes and lowered my head again, drifting off back into light slumber. “Ridiculous,” she muttered, walking away. Finally. Peace. A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦 Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul. Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community. Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people. Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly. There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, please remember that we do have phobic peeps who react strongly to them. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw. It was so hot, I truly could not understand how the cat was able to sleep in the sunshine. It had to have been the hottest spot in the house! No, thank you, I’ll happily lounge in front of the fan. I had things to do, but it was just too hot. So I sat, in as few clothes as I could wear and still be able to be seen in public. I could feel my skin melt into the faux leather of the couch, but was helpless to fix the situation. “And he’s in the sun!” I cried. “Who?” Freddie asked from the ground. The human looked down at me. “You!” she said. I looked around. “I’m not in the sun,” I said. “I don’t even know how you would get to the sun. It’s all the way up with the birds.” She frowned at me. “It’s further away than the birds,” she said, after a moment. “Fine. With the dragonflies, then.” Her frown deepened. “It’s in space,” she said. “And that’s not what I meant.” I looked toward the window. “It’s not even out there,” I observed. “I think it left again.” I looked out the window where Freddie had looked. “No, it’s just on the other side of the house. This conversation has gone off the rails.” We stared at each other. “Aren’t you hot?” I asked him. “Yes,” he said. “So I need to sit on your lap.” I gaped at him. “How is that going to make us less hot?” I wondered. “It probably won’t. But I want to be on your lap.” She didn’t move, even after I was so convincing. “Human. I want to come up there.” “I’m not stopping you,” she said. I leapt gracefully up onto the couch, then stepped onto her lap. She groaned softly, obviously pleased to feel my soft fur against her skin. Her damp skin. I recoiled a little, glaring at her. “Why are you wet?” I demanded. “Because it’s hot!” she whined. “What does that have to do with it?” I said, climbing off her thigh to settle between her legs on the foot of the recliner. I stared at him, amused, grateful that he was lying down in a way that wasn’t going to put his warm body in contact with mine. “You don’t know that humans sweat?” I asked. “After all this time you just noticed it?” “It’s pretty gross,” he said, bending back to clean the fur that had touched me. “It can be,” I agreed. “But it helps keep us from overheating.” “That can’t be worth it,” he said. Can you imagine! Your skin, wet! And it just happens! I shuddered. “You okay?” the human asked, her hand hovering over my fur. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t touch me,” I told her. She rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair. Good. I started to get stiff, my position on the couch unnatural, thanks to both mine and my cat’s desire to not touch. I shifted a little, trying to get some relief. Freddie stood, stretched, and jumped to the floor. “Oh no,” I said, putting up a token fight despite my relief at losing his body heat. “Don't go.” “I’m going to find some sunshine,” he said, walking toward the living room and the big window. “Ridiculous,” I said. Happy Caturday, Peeps! It’s starting to get warm out there, so Freddie and I hope all of you are staying cool. [END] --- [1] Url: https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2024/6/29/2249579/-Caturday-Pootie-Diary-Might-as-well-be-walking-on-the-sun?pm_campaign=front_page&pm_source=trending&pm_medium=web Published and (C) by Daily Kos Content appears here under this condition or license: Site content may be used for any purpose without permission unless otherwise specified. via Magical.Fish Gopher News Feeds: gopher://magical.fish/1/feeds/news/dailykos/