Hot days and humidity are not kind to long haired cats. When the temperature goes down it only means the cloud cover is total and more rain is about to pour down. When the sun finally came out the last time there were areas of a strange bluish grey powdery mold-like substance in the back yard. I thought of H.P. Lovecraft stories. I have to keep the shades drawn to block some of the heat. Then the house is dark which brings it’s own Lovecraftian associations. The floor is coolest and that’s where we spend most of our time.
On the other hand, the catnip plant is doing it’s best to get as big as the house. Later in the year when I’m bemoaning all the heat leaking out the old windows, the cats now spread-eagled on the floor in siesta mode will have plenty of the good herb to get them going and the energy to take advantage of it.