For Melvin, ten minutes outside in the heat equals running two, back-to-back marathons. He’s panty and uncomfortable. Problem is, he refuses to be inside if everyone else is outside.
To give him some shade, I put a bed under the table. That bed does not get a ton of use, he either opts for the chaise (full sun) or to lay half in/half out, thus adding to his hotness.
Then, when I get the hose out to spray him down, he runs away. For him, the only thing worse than being hot, is being wet.