Too darn hot?
Well, despite all the bitching about recent weather, *I* am happy about it (as long as I can sit outside in the shade, which I can. I am not happy about it while at work, but that’s not the weather’s fault). Yes, the sentence that has come out my mouth the most recently is “it’s so hot”, but it *is*. Mostly what I regret about it is that there was no spring, we jumped straight to summer.
It’s funny to see how the cats respond to it, too. Cocoa is miserable. He lies outside briefly, looking for all the world like a corpse, then runs back in to sit where it’s cooler most of the time. He’s slower and sleepier than usual. Sam and Eva are much the same as they ever are, while Matilda is ecstatic. (It’s odd, as she has much more fur than Cocoa.) She stays out for days at a time, coming to the back door only briefly for a pat, then going back away. I’m disturbed about this mostly because of what it says about her hunting abilities. She never used to go days without food. (It is possible but highly improbable that she is being fed elsewhere. Not because our neighbours don’t do that: we all seem to feed whatever cats come by the backyard. Because Matilda would not go close enough into another house to be fed. She’s my beautiful neurotic.)
It’s too hot for me to want to cuddle with those little heat machines, anyhow.
June 12th, 2005 at 8:28 pm
That is what happened here too. We went from winter into summer. This latest heat wave has lasted over a week. I can’t wait for it to end and have temperatures return to something more comfortable.
June 13th, 2005 at 12:14 pm
The nice thing about non-US weather is that I have no sense of how hot it really is. Well, not until it gets really, really, really hot. When I was in Bulgaria several years ago, it got up to 40, and I was curious what 40 meant, so I converted. Oooh, bad decision on my part.
June 14th, 2005 at 1:46 pm
That’s what was missing. Spring. I hear that it’s nice. Our neighbor’s cat, whom we’re cat-sitting at the moment, had been spending the days outside except for a brief visit inside to eat and play with yarn but as it got hotter, muggier, and smoggier, she began hanging inside, which is cooler. She also stopped making runs for the bed, which is her favourite forbidden spot in the apartment and started sleeping on the concrete floor.