There’s been quite the heat wave here this summer, but the last couple of weeks have just been summer-ish. It gets up to the mid- to upper-eighties, it rains or it doesn’t (mostly it doesn’t), and it’s cooling down nicely at night. But today it only got up to the low 70s. It was sunny, 70-ish, breezy, and beautiful. My cat is in heaven. Cooler weather means the reappearance of his favorite decor: blankets.

This morning I had a little throw blanket out because it was in the 50s. I wasn’t actually cool, but I do love to have a blanket on, so I didn’t have to work too hard to convince myself that I’d be even more comfortable if I got out a blanket. Pippin immediately jumped up and snuggled in. You could just see him thinking that this is how life is supposed to be. This is how we spend our time for all 10 months of Minnesota winter. I put a blanket on; Pippin curls up in warm and cuddly hammock.

Well, tonight I don’t feel like having a blanket on, but Pippin is industriously digging in the cast-off blanket. He knows that there’s got to be a way to make that hammock, he’s just not quite sure how it’s done, so he’ll keep digging. What he’d give for opposable thumbs.