Cooling Off at 2:00 in the Morning

After spending almost the entire day in bed with two fans blowing on me and sucking up oxygen from my oxygen compressor through my C-PAP in an attempt to breath and keep cool in a house in which the inside temperature rose to close to 90 F, now at 2:00 a.m. I find myself sitting in my library. (Damn! That was a long sentence! Just call me “Sir Walter Scott!”)

My front door is standing open and next to me, between the open door and my desk, is a floor fan blowing that cool (79 F) outside air inside. I finally located an air conditioner repair person who is available: next Friday! In the meantime we’ll just have to keep cool and keep breathing the best we can.

At the moment (and ever since I opened the front door) Alex, the cat who owns me, is stretched out on the front porch, sleeping (I think). He has wandered in a couple of times and demanded that I feed him (for the 4^th time today) his favorite cat food, which is supposedly no longer a part of his diet. However, since he no longer has the symptoms of irritable bowel syndrome (and I am a push over) Alex gets his favorite packages of Friskies along with his vet-prescribed dry food. Can you guess which he prefers?