Because there are no tin roofs for cats around these parts.
It’s 95 Fahrenheit (35 Celsius) in the shade, plus 57% humidity. The temperature is still climbing.
I was in the backyard a few minutes ago and not a soul is outside except for one plucky Middleschooler on a four-wheeler. He was wearing a helmet and swimwear. I suspect it may be part of the initiation into the Middle School Mafia.
“You will go out on a heat advisory day….”
“Dude, I got this.”
“…on a four-wheeler that’s been baking in the sun…”
“…and catch black squirrels…”
“…and put them in your swim trunks…”
“…and jump in the river.”
“Aww, dude… Let me grab my helmet.”