Fur

I try to imagine what it would be like to be dressed in fur on a day like today. It's seven thirty in the morning, and already the temperature is near 90 and forecasted to go up to 98. A skunk sprayed somewhere outside last night, and my window fan pulled the smell inside and filled the apartment with it. Bongo looks mildly disgusted and slightly intrigued. Lola doesn't seem affected, and neither do the kittens.