Sweetie listens to the ball game

Today could have been August - it was ninety, and humid. I was smart enough to get up at the crack of dawn and got a lot done before it became uncomfortable.

The cats ended up laying around limply, like in Gary Larson's Far Side comic - the Boneless Chicken Ranch.

(I hope it's not illegal for me to show this here)

Anyway, have I ever said how Sweetie jumps on my little radio, (like, every day), stepping on the buttons and turning it on, off, or changing the station?

I went to my room to find her sacked out on the bed, head near the radio.

I heard something - it was on. 

It was the Red Sox game.