The Dog Days of Summer are in full swing. Over 100 degrees on my thermometer and the cats come back inside w/out fuss. At least this is not Arizona. Lady with a bird feeder in front of her patio complained my cats hang around her bird feeder (Yes, let's ignore the fact birds fly away when cats approach them) and she has garbage on her porch she doesn't want them near it. I explained I have been spraying them to keep them off, showing my water bottle. Precious was particular naughty meowing at every glass door (I think he is checking for dogs since a ground floor dog moved out) and got a nice shower for it. Once he actually laid down when I started spritzing and I had to get down on my knee to spray at closer range making his fur fly up and spritzing his face to get him off the porch. Then he rolls in in the dirt. Frodo chased Precious a couple times and then they lay on the grass panting. Frodo has been shedding as much as Precious so he gets combed when he naps, he hates the comb and runs away.
At work this past week is like walking into my refrigerator, they are probably set at the same temperature. When I left work last night my glasses fogged up. Cats meow to go out on the balcony since it is cooler at night, but now they come right back in. Nothing else to report. Post later.
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