Driving home this afternoon, I listened to a talk-back discussion, on my local ABC, about caring for animals in this extreme heat. One caller had moved her huge menagerie of birds inside, taking over the cool dining room. Another caller spoke of an (obviously dehydrated) possum falling out of the tree (at her feet, almost). It was too late for it. It was dead. Then she saw another possum, wrapped around a pot plant, in a sheltered spot in her garden. A bit of moisture there. Things are really tough for animals in situations like today. I worry about those with no one watching out for them.
Me, I returned home to find my cat, lying on the front porch. The eastern, cooler side of the house. I'd left some water there for her, just in case. (She doesn't
at all like being confined indoors during the day, though that's where I'd left her.) When I came inside, she did, too. (Why did she wait for me, before doing that?) And has been lying on the floor, directly in front of the air conditioner, since. (She hates the sound of the air conditioner. And
detests the sound of the ducted heating in winter. In fact, refuses to stay inside while it's on.) Every now & then she gives me a little squeak. ("I hate this weather! Do something!") But she's not moving, not going anywhere. So both of us are holed up in this quiet, darkened house at a little over 5 pm. Strange day.