overheating

We're all melting down South and work is unbearably hot, making my legs swell up until I'm scared someone is going to brush against me with a pin and I'll pop. McMuffin mansions is considerably cooler and fortunately my legs soon return to normal proportions in an hour or so of getting home. Poor Slinky can't even seem to cope with this level of heat and has taking to flopping on any available surface and stretching to ensure as much of him as possible is exposed to the air. He's been very grumpy and has invented a few new sounds to indicate his extreme displeasure with the weather. So far the weather hasn't taken any notice of him.

Oddly enough, we're not that busy at work when it's really hot and people seem too lethargic to abuse their children until the temperatures drop. The last cool resulted in a high number of 'battered babies', which was most distressing and is still keeping us very busy trying to protect them from further harm. Of course, I'm now dreading the next temperature drop professionally, yet trying to balance this fear against my wish to live with a less fractious cat. On balance perhaps it's best to sacrifice Slinky's comfort as in any case I'm just too hot and sticky to do him any harm.