There's more than one way to cool a cat, as Baby demonstrates on this typical summerish afternoon in Chelsea-by-the-Sea. Here he self-aerates by placing himself on one of our wrought iron, expanded-mesh chairs out on the terrace. A haiku from our childhood -- the very first we'd ever come across, which at the time elicited giggles of derision from us kids but to a riper ear is pure poetry -- comes to mind:
Cool, oh how cool, dangling one's legs over the veranda.
Temperatures may be soaring (93.4°), humidity tropical (49%, with dewpoint 72°F) and a NOAA "heat advisory in effect until 7 p.m. EDT," but through it all the Babe maintains the regal bearing that is his birthright.
Taking a break from the cooling tower, he stretches out on bricks cooled by the shade of a potted palm, assuming 2.75 on The Catfort Scale.
For more cool cats et al, visit Modulator's Friday Ark #153.