When I lived in the loft it would get excruciatingly hot and I would give Timmy and Riley ice-cube rubdowns. They loved them. So with this even more brutal heat, Timmy was thrilled, but Glenwood not so much. Hard to imagine that a kitty who has survived what she has is afraid of an ice cube, but she shrank from it. But I know this little girl, and I kept at it. Now she is an ice-cube slut. Here she is lounging after a full-body rubdown.
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While I was a tad worried about leaving them, I could hardly turn down an invitation to Fire Island for an overnight. So I placed fans strategically, arranged for kitty care, dug the goo out of Glenwood's ear (she is more productive in this heat) and put in her ear wash, and hit the road. (It was cooler on Fire Island, but still pretty hot.) Now that I'm back, Glenwood is making it very clear that I cannot pick up my bag to go anywhere ever again. She has a huge case of the cutes. And the weather seems to have broken a bit.
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