I miss my popsicle

Anna would often share a delicious, ice-cold cocoanut popsicle with me in the hot San Francisco afternoons. But now she does not. She ate one on Saturday and did not even offer a bite! I had to jump onto the table and
This panda has a popsicle:



and the bear (oso) on our 'fridge has a popsicle while he relaxes.

But I do not have one.

The air is so hot upstairs in the sunny bedroom where I like to sleep! Even when the fans are blowing air, the floor is so warm and it makes me sleepy and hungry.