Contrary to popular belief, “Cat Puddles” does not refer to my felines having an issue containing their bladder until they get to the litter box. “Cat Puddles” is a phrase I coined when the brutal summer last year left my cats flopped over and “puddled” about the cool hardwood floor of the apartment, managing to somehow look huge in all their deflated, puddled posture:
Classic Cat Puddles
Warmer weather has definitely been sweeping into Illinois. Warm, humid weather, I should say, since it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity, blah blah blah. We had a pretty epic thunderstorm the other day (love those!), so it’s cooled down a little into a nice mild late-spring 70s. but when it gets to 80s, it’s a little much for the cats. The grey one, Genghis, has a habit of staring me down and meowing as if I can do something to change the weather to a more mild temperature of which he approves.
Of course, I can do something. I can kick on the AC, but that’s pretty pricey and doesn’t happen until it hits 90 plus. We have three fuzzy roommates in this place, so even though my fellow human roommate and I are willing to sweat it out, we wouldn’t dream of making our pets deal with it. Until that 90 degree mark, though, they’re just going to have to realize their fate of being cat puddles for a while.
So help me, though, if they aren’t freaking adorable, though.