It's HOT here in Illinois. In grand Midwestern tradition, it has gone from 60 degrees to 95 degrees in the space of a week. I had a coworker who was a transplant from California and couldn't understand how temperatures could shift so quickly. I explained it with one word: "Illinois."
It was a comfortable 61 when I left the house this morning, so I didn't turn on the air conditioner. I feel like as soon as the A/C goes on, it doesn't come off until September, and I find myself missing the fresh air blowing in through the open windows. Throughout the course of the day, the temperature crept up to 95. I was in a cool office building, but the bunnies were stuck in my apartment all day. When I finally got home, I was greeted by three warm, cranky long-eared monsters.
I immediately went to get them ice cubes. Alex and Fitzi immediately set to playing with and licking theirs, but Paddington regarded his like it was some sort of foreign being. Is it possible he never encountered ice cubes in his last home?
Pad approached his cube and gingerly stuck out one paw. It must have chilled his toes because he leapt back immediately. He hid in his cardboard playhouse and stared at the cube. Twice more he ventured out and swatted at the cube, only to beat a hasty retreat. While he considered his plan of attack, the cube slowly melted. By the time he had a foolproof plan for conquering his frosty foe, it had disappeared completely and left behind nothing more than a small puddle.
Padding peered around, wondering if maybe the enemy had snuck into his litter box or hidden under his blanket. He's still not sure what happened, but he's darn sure he doesn't like it.
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