Oh hush, hooman
Can't a kitty get a little peace?
I was looking for places to cool down.
My hooman had the whirring thing on, but it wasn't enough.
I found a good spot to cool my belly fluff though - on the floor of our napping quarters.
But I couldn't just relax.
My hooman kept coming into the room and squeaking 'You're soooooo cute, Frankie!'
Then he'd stroke my back and smoosh my face...which I was too hot for.
Then he'd say 'Stay there', point his phone at me, and take thousands of pictures.
I know this because he showed them to me.
Idiot.
All I'm doing is lying down, trying to get cool.
I'm not doing anything remotely interesting.
I just want to be left alone to cat.
I have made a note of all this.
I shall present him with my bum at 4am.

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