Heating

I'm devastated. Totally devastated I tell you. I, Daisy, have just found out that there is NO underfloor heating in this house WHATSOEVER! I mean, WHAT????

I thought they were just being cheap and turning it off over summer, due to there being a large contingent of animals to feed and me, Daisy, not settling for just any old rubbish. But no! There isn't any anywhere. The thermostat that is on the wall is a decoy, that is all. Stupid thermostat.

I will grant they do have a fire place. But they don't use it the way I, Daisy, require. I actually, love the fire and could sit for hours with my nose 5mm from the glass watching the flicker flames, but honestly, my bottom gets cold. The smell of singed fur does not disturb me at all, I can grow more. But they are constantly grizzling at me to "Get away from the fire". Why? It is my fire!

By the early hours of this morning though the fire had died. So I, Daisy, had to huddle hard up against it's base to glean the last fragments of heat. The foolish man threw another log on it at 5.30am - what good is that? It needs flames, even I, Daisy, know this. Stupid man.

They have lit it again. I have to go before the chill becomes too great for my fragile self. I must try to absorb every atom of heat coming from this fire so that I can store it for later. There must be a way.