Another scorcher of a day promised. Angus and Sophie are up and about in the garden before daybreak to avoid the heat. It's cool enough for me to water the newly planted lavender and for Sophie to keep an eye open for the audacious C-A-T on the woodpile in the barn. Well before six we've had breakfast and set off on our tour of the village. This morning the local French radio news bulletin informs us that Madison Cawthorn has lost his primary in North Carolina. Angus quietly wonders how many listeners in deepest, deepest France profonde have ever heard of Mr Cawthorn... or North Carolina.
Sophie always knew they were clever :https://www.vice.com/en/article/v7d9vj/cats-know-each-others-names-study