We goats have not found it too bad.
We have been drinking a lot of water but we prefer the hot to the cold.
But we do not have to wear fur coats like the Farm cats.
I feel sorry for them!
Farm cat Harry has been trying to stay as cool as possible.
He sleeps in a funny position.
The publicist thought he was DEAD!
She ran over to check on him and saw he was breathing.
He did not even open his eyes while she took these pictures.
He just slept right through it all.
Like a hot, furry lump o'cat!
Poor Harry!
He much prefers the nights when it cools down.
Then he runs around like a maniac cat.
