Supposedly, our furry housemates descended from wild cats that lived in arid conditions in and around the Levant. I know my own cats would rather lounge on the front porch on the hottest of days than inside, being cooled by the AC. And when I mean “lounge,” I mean lounge, as in semi-conscious. I used to think this was the strangest behavior, until I came to understand it simply is their nature. To them, the porch is a relatively cool spot, and they’re just hanging out, trying not to get stepped on by a camel.
A Real Cool Cat
By Jimmy Johnson
Recent Posts
Ghost of Christmas Past
This holiday Arlo & Janis comic strip from 2022 is similar in concept to the new strip that ran yesterday. I thought the latter ...
Spearhead
I have produced a number of comic strips related to Veteran’s Day. Especially in latter years, I have tried to emphasize the universal experience ...
Dark Passage
Remember: it’s that weekend. The return to standard time can be a bit of a shock in the late afternoon, but I rather enjoy ...
What’s old is old, again
You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to build a web site, but there are similarities. Everything needs to be just right, or ...
Back to the ol’ drawing board
I don’t have a lot of time this morning. I wasn’t going to post anything, but I’m tired of looking at that old photograph ...
Thursday’s Child
On Sunday, I teased you with the suggestion there are more changes coming here. There are. They will appear soon, and I think you’ll ...
10 responses to “A Real Cool Cat”
I didn’t know cats sweated through their paws until I was transporting one in my warm car and it walked across the dash. She left little wet pawprints.
Cats’ body temperature is higher than ours, too.
Won’t give a lecture here, but we and other endotherms [= critters that regulate their internal temperatures by regulating internal heat production] vary the details a lot. In general, smaller endotherms have higher internal temps than related larger endotherms, but there are variations in toleration of variation [= lability; e.g., we’re in serious trouble much above or below our norm, whereas camels tolerate much greater deviations]. There is also hibernation [chipmunk] vs. winter sleep [black bear], seasonal variation [white-tailed deer], and taxonomic variation [marsupials generally have lower temps than similar sized placentals inhabiting the same region]. If I remember, many bats find a cool but relatively stable place to hang up in a cave, then turn the thermostat way down. Expect you can find more than you want online, and probably end up more up to date than I am. Peace,
You’ll also see them in front of the refrigerator in the winter, lying in front of the exhaust vent because the air’s warmer there.
I had forgotten the last panel, and it made me laugh aloud. Not easy to do. Great work, Jimmy!
Love the can on its side.
When we lived in a house with central air/heat and had floor vents, the cats would stretch out in front of or on the vents. Smart cats.
Ours lay on top of the steam radiator in winter (there is a board on top of each).
Rarely do they go to cellar (the coolest part of house) in summer.
Each is different in their preferred laying spot.
I have a cat who figured out the “sit on the furnace vent” trick, which was annoying for several reasons. For one thing, it significant decreases the efficiency of the furnace in actually heating the air in the room. For another, a cat seated on the vent that blows warm air into the room means cat hair distributed throughout the room. But, on the plus side, I could predict the current location of the cat with fairly high precision during those months when the furnace was on. Also, that location was NOT in front of the alternative cat-warming device, the PC sitting on the floor under the desk, which ALSO did not appreciate an abundance of cat hair in the moving-air components.
OB: Perhaps some residual territoriality there: “I’m in my laying spot and she’s NOT.”
We got a free border collie mix, 6 mo. old bitch, so JHS daughter could have a pet. Melanie was neurotic, likely due to previous owner. Later we got a stray tomcat [both subsequently neutered]. Only place Spinoza did not dominate Melanie was at M’s food dish. Both favored the same laying spot, end of a sofa, stage left. If M. were contentedly lying up there, S. would pace back and forth until M. got down, then S. got up. Pathetic.
M. slept with daughter; S. showed no interest in that. M. was daughter’s dog, but that giant w/ the bass voice was definitely the alpha male, which put daughter’s nose out of joint a bit. Daughter, now in Chicagoland, has had other dogs of her own since.
Peace,