Cool for cats

With temperatures hitting the 90's this week the tats have taken to hiding all day and disappearing all night. Sometimes they haven't even been in for food - that IS a rare occurrence.  Wondering where on earth they all were the other day, I went looking for them.

"Her upstairs" had climbed even higher and I found her lazing on the roof.

 "Thumper" (who you haven't met before)

I finally found skulking under the bougainvillea.

"Bear" was sprawled out under the table on the patio.

 I couldn't find "Blacky" at all, but Chili was chilling out in her usual place.

I suppose I ought to be grateful she only sleeps in the bidet and doesn't pee in it like our poor old "Prish Mish" used to.