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86F in my living room
Jul. 17th, 2022 07:47 pmwhich is actually a decided improvement from earlier in the day. Of course, upstairs it is worse.
The problem with it being so hot that the cat has melted into a puddle on the floor is that, being a cat, she is something of a drama queen, but also, she is a long-hair, so I worry. I suspect her of having anxiety, as even in this weather she will only drink 1) from the bathroom sink, in a slow trickle, if 2) I am in the room with her, because she has to know what I'm doing if I'm elsewhere, but 3) I must not be watching her drink, because I might be a predator. So it is now part of my routine to drift into the bathroom and stare vaguely into the shower for a few minutes once an hour or so. I'd hang something up to look at, but it's a shower.
She came to us from a household with eleven children, and if that doesn't give a cat hypervigilant anxiety, I don't know what would.
I have been offering her cold packs and damp towels and ice in her bowl, but she would prefer not to. I'd assume this means she's all right, except that she is a cat, and therefore not only a drama queen about the tiny things but brilliant at hiding any major ones. The internet claims it shouldn't be a problem until it's 90F or over, but I can't help worrying.
I'm doing all right; I take a wet towel to bed with me. And it's not (yet) ever broken 95F, which is where I stop being able to eat or think. I can't eat anything hot, or cook, at this temperature, but there's plenty of tasty food that doesn't require that. Not looking forward to August, though.
The problem with it being so hot that the cat has melted into a puddle on the floor is that, being a cat, she is something of a drama queen, but also, she is a long-hair, so I worry. I suspect her of having anxiety, as even in this weather she will only drink 1) from the bathroom sink, in a slow trickle, if 2) I am in the room with her, because she has to know what I'm doing if I'm elsewhere, but 3) I must not be watching her drink, because I might be a predator. So it is now part of my routine to drift into the bathroom and stare vaguely into the shower for a few minutes once an hour or so. I'd hang something up to look at, but it's a shower.
She came to us from a household with eleven children, and if that doesn't give a cat hypervigilant anxiety, I don't know what would.
I have been offering her cold packs and damp towels and ice in her bowl, but she would prefer not to. I'd assume this means she's all right, except that she is a cat, and therefore not only a drama queen about the tiny things but brilliant at hiding any major ones. The internet claims it shouldn't be a problem until it's 90F or over, but I can't help worrying.
I'm doing all right; I take a wet towel to bed with me. And it's not (yet) ever broken 95F, which is where I stop being able to eat or think. I can't eat anything hot, or cook, at this temperature, but there's plenty of tasty food that doesn't require that. Not looking forward to August, though.
