6:52 am...82 degrees F...broken clouds...feels like 87 degrees F...on its way to 98 degrees F
Quiet. Hot. Smoke sleep
On deck, ears perked, ready
To flee to safety.
P.S. She stayed on the deck for several hours; can't say I blame her...it was h-o-t! Just as Norman stepped out to feed her, she heard a loud noise -- that sent her flying off the deck...scaredy cat!