...this mysterious, mystical bundle of fur that won't come when you call it. - John Reynolds
That would be me, I do not come when called. Friday AM mum went off to play with racy cars just for the one day. She did not see me before she left. She did call out that she was leaving and would not be home until late. When she got home I did greet her at the door.
The fix-it shop called on Friday while mum was not home to tell her what was wrong and if it was OK to finish fixing it. Duh, if she didn't want it fixed, she wouldn't have brought it in! Hopefully we will have it back sometime today.
Sunday was all hot but me and mum stayed inside with the air chiller running. So we are OK. Mum readed books, crow-shayed on hats, did laundry and took naps. Sometime late Monday it is supposed to be really cooler.