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There are storms coming, the Weather Channel says. We have strange clouds overhead in the afternoons. Max, the dog, pants and lies on the cool, wood floor of the apartment. The cats fight over me in the mornings. They long to shed their fur under my hand. The water bowls are filled daily with the fresh, clean water that cats and dogs love. Me, too, for that matter.

I never give an animal water that I wouldn't want to drink, myself.

Everything is good in my world: I love and am loved; my companion animals are happy; the weather, though hot, is much more fun than in the Winter. The small Summer flowers continue to bloom, and now leaves twirl in the breeze overhead.

Grass is always cool to the foot.