The Heat

My home range has been reduced to the area of a double bed. Like everyone else in Seattle, I can't handle the heat. This means we are confined to our basement room with ceiling fan on high, venturing out only to grab cold liquid or popcicles from the sauna upstairs.

Banshee is the only one who remains on the top floor proving how deeply disturbed she is. Banshee is a black cat with developmental issues, her current MO is laying in the hottest part of the house in direct sunlight mewwing intensely as if to say, "HELP I'm BOILING." And while I would love to help, I refuse to lock her in a nice cool space if all I get for it is some scratches and fur cloud large enough to black out Corpus Christi. Suffer, little dumb one, suffer.