Keogh the Cat: I hope the chickens don't start laying hard-boiled eggs again

Meaooow there, Keogh fans.
Deeply concerned by news of a Sahara summer. I like the heat, to a degree: the degree being about 78.
After that, I'm as uncomfortable as a cat on a hot tin roof - especially if I'm the cat on the hot tin roof.
It's OK for humans, they can take their fur off. We just have to search for a shady spot and stay there. God only knows how I got through the heatwave of 2005. It was so hot, when dogs chased cats, they walked - and the chickens were laying hard-boiled eggs.
One day I thought it was snowing, but it was just that corn in the fields had popped. What a summer - even the cows were producing evaporated milk.
I can tell there'll be a repeat of that heatwave because I've started to moult badly. Humans could make a coat out of what I've shed over the last three days. The fashion industry doesn't like cat-hair clothing, though. It prefers certain types of animals, but I don't know specifically what fur.
To keep themselves warm, presumably.
I know mohair is very popular, but I've never seen a mo.
No doubt, we'll soon receive the usual warnings about water-shortages followed by hosepipe bans. Last year things were so bad they had to close two lanes of the public swimming baths.
With the temperature rising, I asked my mate Ginger: "How do you find the weather?"
"Get someone to open the front door for you," he replied, "and it's usually right there."