This is what our cats do on hot Phoenix afternoons:
On another note, we had a feral cat living in our warehouse at work. It was pooping and peeing on the rug outside the conference room. So, they trapped him and he was going to be delivered to county animal control ( which = euthanasia). I figured I'd bring him home, get him neutered and set him lose with our neighborhood colony. Well, when I got him home, out of the trap and into a dog crate - I realized he is not feral at all but a very sweet little boy. He was severly dehydrated and very skinny and extraordinarily filthy. It was gross petting him. Here is his picture:
I know all of the rescues are struggling but I'm going to have to get him placed. He is recovering nicely but hates living in a dog crate quarantined. (His nose is bloody from trying to escape from the trap).