“Benji,” I said. “What are you doing under there? It must be the weather, huh? ”
“Catchin’ some shade,” he said. “It’s too hot for me. The sun penetrates my fur and slows me down. Zaps all my strength. Like this,” he said.
“Oh Benji, I understand, ” I replied. “I’m feeling rather lethargic myself with these temperatures in the eighties. We’re just not used to it anymore.”
“True, ” he said. “But I still have more energy than you do because I’m a cat and I have youth on my side. Wanna see?”
“Okay, Benji, yes. You made your point. You still got it.”
~Susanne and Benji