It’s hot. It’s humid. What’s a cat to do? Take a nap in a kitchen window, of course. You miss one, you’re always one behind, y’know. And there’s nothing like a long night of sleep to wear a cat out.
Alas, this picture of serenity is merely the prelude to the incessant prowling and yowling, “I want to go out, I wish to go out, I will go out!“, which commences shortly after the post-breakfast shuteye.
You ignore this remonstration at your peril — should the Turk’s departure be delayed for more than a few moments, you will find him attached by all four clawed feet to either a closed screen door or one of your all-too-open ankles.
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