It was a very hot day... but my cat
This is a true story!!!
About 2 years ago I lived in a rented travel trailer in Lake County, California. Summer came and the roof mounted Air Conditioner started acting up. When I turned it on, it might run for a minute or two at best and then POP my main circuit breaker. I contacted my landlord right away and he came to my home to check the AC unit.. He concluded as I had that the AC unit was shot. It might have been repairable but since it was pretty old he didn't want to invest any money in it. He agreed that I needed something to keep my home cool so he said he would get a water cooler and install it for me, but it might take a few days.
The very next day it really got hot, according to the news it was 109 degrees. A travel trailer which is all metal on the outside can really absorb the heat so the inside of my trailer got much hotter then that. I couldn't take the heat myself and I was VERY concerned about David my Cat. David is a indoor cat and the few times I took him outdoors on a leash he didn't care for it at all and he wanted back in. I was more concerned about David then myself as I really love my fuzzy. To help him out I came up with the idea of putting some ICE in his water bowl. While I was getting the ice out he had his head stuck in the refigerator. I had to pull him away so I could close the door. I had some cold water, lemon aid and of course some beer in the frige for me. Every time I opened up the refigerator door, there was David with his head in the way and I couldn't shut the door. David is no dummy, he knew that inside the refigerator was nice and cool. Thinking about this for a moment or two and being very concerned for his well being I took out the "Vegi drawer" from the lower part of my refigerator. David saw what I had done so on his own he got inside the refigerator and laid down. I laid down a few things so the door opening would be wide enough for him to get air and to come out and also to keep it closed as much as possible.. After all, I didn't want my beer to get warm. I checked on him real often just to make sure he was OK which he was but every time I pulled him out he really got mad. He'd snarl at me, bite me or really give my hands a run over with his sharp claws.
David is not a mean cat, not by any means. But he knew what would be the coolest place in our home for him to be at and he wasn't about to be relocated.