It's Not the Heat, It's the Humidi-kitty

Hubby's VP of Sales was already calling it a day before I even left for work. She looked about as ambitious as I felt. But she probably still got paid for 8 hours since, well, she's so darn cute.

I'm sure the heavy air today didn't help. Was 80+ degrees and it was fairly humid. We always know when she's too hot because she randomly plops down on the apparently cooler kitchen floor. Or she pushes herself up against the north wall in the living room. Somehow it's cooler.

If that doesn't work, she stretches her arms forward and pretends she's flying – like Catwoman or Supercat or something – and that will magically create a breeze. Oh silly kitty.

You look cute, but just not that cool.

Good thing for her sake she lives in Wisconsin. Even in June it's going to get down into the 50s tonight. That's good sleeping weather.

What am I saying? She's a cat. Every weather is good sleeping weather!

Gotta fly off to bed now.