Hep Cats

Today was a hot one (107? I didn't look. Maybe less.), and Alec doesn't like being stuck in the Honda with no A/C. He says, "Hot! Hot!" We got this little fan thing you're supposed to stick in the window to wick heat from the interior of the car, but so far it seems to be a dud. ("As seen on TV" my eye.)
The Subaru is resting uncomfortably at the repair shop, and on Monday will be towed to a repair shop for a third opinion. The Subaru dealer (not the ones who sold it to us) say plan to spend $7,000 to $8,000 on the engine alone, and then there's the catalytic converter, wheel bearing and we already shelled out $400 to flush the radiator, which apparently is 20 times what it should cost to flush a radiator. Our regular mechanic says not to pour any more money into the car. Oh, and the dealership has offered us a whopping $1,000 if we trade it in on a brand-new Subaru. Not likely. We're in the "acceptance" stage of grief, as in we accept that our financial life is in shambles.
On a lighter note, after months of preferring to simply sign and say "cat," Alec is finally calling Jody "Jody." Even better, he takes off in her direction blowing kisses and saying, "Jo-dee! Jod-dee! Hugs!"
Speaking of cats, check out these cats who look like Hitler. They have nein lives.