Here's Wendy, lying behind her tail and enjoying a direct blast of air conditioning this morning, with Snalbert catching the breeze nearby. Wendy allowed me to pet her, and felt refreshingly cold to the touch:
Here's Possy, who thinks the sink is his personal bathtub. He curls up in it for hours every day. And doesn't he look comfortable?
Last night, the kittens — I can still call them that because they aren't quite a year old — had a mutual grooming session that was great to watch, even after Possy decided to gnaw on Wendy's leg.
We could all use somebody to gnaw on when it's this hot.