The weather in southern Alberta has been warm. It sometimes reaches into the mid-30s Celsius, but more commonly stays about the high 20s and low 30s. This is still warm. My cats behave accordingly.
Except for Josie. As I’ve mentioned in previous articles here, my Chubs is a special case when it comes to heat. It’s true that she sometimes lies in the corridor, where the hardwood floor is cool, and on the bed, which is made comfortable now and then by a breeze through the open window. But even more frequently, she resorts to spots that must be warmer than she should like on a hot day. The rug by the front door, for instance, and my favourite, one of the furry cat-beds in the sitting room.
Why the Great White selects these locations, when her ample weight already provides her with insulation, I don’t know. She will perhaps die of heat-stroke one day, when the temperature hovers at 40° Celsius, and she is tucked up snugly under a blanket and quilt. But I know, at least, she will, under those circumstances, die happy, and pass to the next life being the unique cat she is.