These people are slowly beginning to understand that I like it warm all the time. My roots are in Burma (also known as Myanmar) where it doesn't get below 77 degrees all year. So it should be obvious that my ancestors didn't need a lot of fur. Well now I'm in a fine spot.
This house is kept cold, barely 68 degrees when they're home and down to 64 (65 if I'm lucky) at night. The lady even cracks the window this time of year. I shiver and seek out warm places. This involves burrowing below the covers at night and curling up by their bellies. They put off a lot of heat, just like I like it.
I caught and ate two moths the other day.
This house is kept cold, barely 68 degrees when they're home and down to 64 (65 if I'm lucky) at night. The lady even cracks the window this time of year. I shiver and seek out warm places. This involves burrowing below the covers at night and curling up by their bellies. They put off a lot of heat, just like I like it.
I caught and ate two moths the other day.
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