Glenda stretching out of the frame.
What do cats do in the heat of hangdog daze of summer? They be cool. As everyone should know, cats are always cool. Spunk knows he’s “Hot” based on his kitty good looks, but he has always been, and there never was a time that he was not, a super cool cat. But when it’s hot, the cats like to “hangdog” around and look cool.
Spunk putting on the cool hangdog daze look.
Silver in a hangdog daze.
Sasha hangdogging in style.
Spunk knows a cool place to be on a hangdog hot day is in the cooler. Marble thinking about joining him.
Loki enjoying in the airflow from the cooler.
Spunk daydreaming, while Marble naps on the cool glass top.
A thunderstorm blew in around 5:00 pm with a lot of noise and about 4 drops of rain. However, the temperature dropped from 103º F (39.4º C) to 89º F (31.6º C) in a matter of minutes.
Glenda hangdogging and planking at the same time.
The thunderstorm produced some cool clouds.
A hangdog daze tail wag from Glenda.
Gwendolyn hangdogging on a worm rug.
Sunset lights up Resa’s tree.
Glenda: “What’s your problem Paparazzo?”
Not a good mix it.
Good colors, anyway.
The painter broke through the hangdog daze pallor of gray overcast skies at sunset.
Glenda: “What’s up with you going back and forth to look at the sky? Enough already. You’re bothering me boy!”
Hangdog daze Crepuscular rayz at sunset.