The cats are feeling the heat; they either lie in front of the AC, on the kitchen linoleum, or the bathtub. When I went into the bathroom to clean the litter, Annabelle sat in the bathtub talking to me, so I kneeled down, started playing with her, and had a damned panic attack about getting too infirm to continue to do that or giving her and the others up. I will be glad when the results of that blasted bone scan come in.