Mrs. Cotton

At long last, the temperatures have dropped. I do not wish to sound dramatic, but the recent heat was very much not approved by Management. And by Management, I obviously mean me: Mrs. Cotton, official household supervisor, window inspector, sofa commander, and full-time ruler of this establishment with a strong fist. During the hot days, the humans made certain… adjustments. Windows were opened. Fans were deployed. Doors were discussed. And, most shockingly, I was occasionally allowed into areas of the house at night where I do not usually hold office. Now, I understand why they did this. The heat was intense. The upstairs department required ventilation. The humans were trying their best, which is adorable and often a little confusing.

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