June 25th, 2005

99 degree weather… and cats

My cats won’t leave me alone today. I can’t imagine why—it’s ridiculously hot outside, which means my second floor apartment is just-this-side-of-sweltering—so they should be lying motionless in the bathtub. (The air conditioner is on, but I think even it’s crapping out on me.)

No, they’ve been trying to figure out every way to be TOUCHING me at all times. I’m doing dishes, they’re sitting on my feet; I’m paying bills, they’re sitting on my lap—GET OFF ME, it’s freaking HOT!

I’ve decided it’s all a ruse to convince me to buy air conditioners for every window in the place. Together, their devious little minds have come up with a brilliant plan—raising my body temperature (by using theirs) until I crack.

It’s working. I wonder if Wal-Mart is having a sale…