I love how well people can make me feel guilty about not adopting a cat from a shelter. I really intended to, and then Zoe came along, and then Jiji happened. I feel guilty until I make myself remember that Zoe might have ended up in the shelter if someone didn't take her, and that Jiji would have died if I didn't at least foster him. It's not like I went out and bought a cat from a breeder (which is still a foreign concept to me...my family and I have always just adopted whatever stray we happened upon.) But I have to make myself remember this.

I do, however, regret that I am at maximum carrying capacity for cats. If I didn't keep downsizing my living space, I'd take all of the little fucks home. Dogs I can say no to, cats...not so much.

I thought it felt like 97 out. It's really 101, and it's supposed to "feel like" 104.

It's not *that* hot out. But then again my thermostat says it's almost 90 in the apartment and I'm too cheap to turn the AC on. Maybe that's why it only feels like 97.

Next week will be nicer...highs in the low 90s.

I still don't know why everyone's bitching. It's not that hot. Really. I just walked to the grocery store.