Honestly it doesn’t seem fair that someone who has a documented inability to cope with summer should also be unable to cope with winter. Especially in Sydney, where the high temps of summer and low temps of winter aren’t really that far apart.
You can tell it’s winter because Mr Puss has foregone his usual nesting places and is sitting near the heater. If it’s possible to sit any closer to the heater please let him know:
Thankfully he has finally abandoned his efforts to sleep on top of the heater.