I've heard of the 'dog days of August'. You know, those sultry days of stifling heat that often start in late July and cover the first few weeks in August. Well, at least around these parts that's the way it usually goes. The bumpkin of a weatherguy around here calls them 'the days of icky stickies'. I just call them uncomfortable. It hit 96 here at the homestead yesterday, and I hear Portland topped off at 95. It broke the previous high for the day of 94, set a few years back. If this keeps up, we'll have to start calling these the 'cat days of July'. No? But answer me this, please. With all of the soft, cool grass nearby, why did she settle for the warm, hard stone? Cats! Love 'em!