Just got back from four days visiting my folks, and damn my apartment is a freakin' oven. The A/C crapped out, which I discovered on the day I left, so I had to leave it off. I cracked a couple of windows and left the ceiling fan on in the bedroom but that was all I could do. And then of course we had record-breaking high temperatures. Poor kitties. They seem to be just fine. Didn't run out of food or water and the three big litter boxes were put to good use.
Andy slept wedged tight against me every night I was there. And when I left today it was awful, he cried and barked and tried to break away to chase my car. I started to cry. My baby, I love him so much. Phoebe appeared to take things in stride better. She's totally in love with my dad.
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