Barbeque bunk bed

Today the Netherlands feel like Dubai in the summer, including the humidity. Only difference is that in Dubai everything was air-conditioned: houses, offices, shops, restaurants; so to escape the scorching desert heat we used to avoid being outside as much as possible and run from the house to the car and from the car into the office and vice versa. A bit like we do here in the middle of the winter.

In the Dubai summer Boris and Boika used to lie in the door opening straight under the air-conditioning looking into the garden, enjoying the best of both worlds. As we have neither at the moment, they just sort of drop down somewhere and and try not to move too much. A very sensible thing to do.

When I enter the room that they are lying in they half lift their little heads and look at me, as to say: "please make this heat stop. We are Russian Blues and our coats are not designed for this."



I tried telling them about hot air going up and the attic really not being the best place to be in in this weather, but to little avail. To alleviate their misery a bit I moved the fan into the room. They seemed to like it.



However, they soon found an even better solution to withstand the heat: