It’s hot in San Francisco. I’m wearing shorts, not that anyone can tell with all the hair on my legs. I had to move a chest of drawers to get the shorts last night. I couldn’t handle pants in this heat anymore. We had no windows on the front of the house yesterday so all the heat of the day filled the house. My fingers are crossed that our hot window contractor will be finished installing the new windows today. I’m tired of not being able to easily get to things because all the furniture in the house is pushed away from the windows.
When I came home yesterday I couldn't find John. I called for him but he didn't respond or come out. I was panicked that he had gotten out. I eventually found him hiding in the George's shower. Poor hot pussy.

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Edited at 2008-05-17 04:13 am (UTC)
It was hot here today as well, 97°. I had to go between buildings from time to time, we can't wear shorts. Were I not such a shy person, I would have preferred to be naked.
And, just so you know - it's OK to put the cat in the refrigerator.
:-)
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