Q-ee chillin' in the cat tent.
In the summer months while I am sweating my butt off, cursing the sun, the cats instead seem to thoroughly enjoy the heat. When I see them laying around, all stretched out, luxuriating in the sweltering temperatures, I sing (to the tune of "Hot Child in the City"):
Hot cats in the city
Runnin wild and lookin' pretty
Hot cats in the city
The end.
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