Heat and Crusts

It's been so hot here this week that Martin has kept dinner simple, as he can't bring himself to slave over a hot stove. He has managed to make some bread, however, which gives me the opportunity to use the rather clever headline above (it's clever for a cat, believe me).

Over the last few days they've eaten some rather delicious-looking lamb steaks with garlic and rosemary, some big corn cobs, and four real German bratwurst sausages, all cooked over the barbecue in the garden. There was a crayfish salad, some kipper fishcakes, and a very English-summer-style dish of poached salmon with creamed leaks. Most of these were served with lovely Ayrshire new potatoes and salad. The big news this month is that Annie has suddenly started to like olives at the tender age of 48 (I think that's almost 170 in cat years). I remember when I was a kitten I liked to eat olives - as well as woodlice, cork and cellophane. Now it's just white fish fillets and Science Diet.

Although everyone's been going on about the heatwave, it's rarely been over 30 Celsius here, which is nothing compared to where A and M were in Spain last week. However it's been very humid, and as they say, it's not the 'eat, it's the 'umidity that gets to you. Fortunately I'm able to avoid all unduly taxing activities and can spend my days sleeping in my special hot-weather position, which differs from the norm in that I'm stretched out on my side rather than curled up in a ball. Chutney suffers from the heat more than me because she doesn't groom herself and hence has a very thick, overgrown coat. Martin combs her occasionally but she hates it and growls at him, rather ungratefully in my opinion.

I don't think the computer likes the heat, as the cable modem has packed in. As a result, I had to ask Martin to post this entry from the office, which is why there are no attractive pictures of me relaxing in the garden on the blog this week. As soon as I'm back on line, I'll rectify the situation.