She certainly can can-can
It topped 100 degrees (F, that's 37.7 C) inside my house this week.
Which means it looks like I have fur carpeting - not because of immense shedding, but because all the fur-coated gentlemen in my house have allowed their bones to melt so as to stretch out to proportions never before seen in vertibrates.
Actually, Trevor and Aslan are doing okay, if slightly less energetic than your average houseplant. They are also aided by feline limberness which means whereever there is a fan, there is a cat, and I simply sit there with a cool windblown cat (Aslan looks like a shampoo commercial for all the seductive looks and blowing hair he's got) and I just get bodyheat and hair blown on me.
Oscar is very much not enjoying the heat, and has gone to bed with frozen bottles of water and bowls of ice, and after three days of it, will now step into the bathtub to have water run over him with only the slightest bit of that doggie intense shame. He's decided that icecubes are his favorite invention ever, and I'm an excellent cook who knows how to make them just the way he likes (cold).
Myself, today is the first day I haven't had a migraine. It's also the first day I haven't risked having the police called on me by my all-too-nosy neighbors who I'm sure have seen way more skin then they (or I) would like since I've been walking around almost completely naked with strategically placed ice packs (and then taking those ice packs to bed at night). Today is much better (I'm even wearing a shirt) since the temps have dropped to a chilly 88F (31C) in here. (for the record, my flashing has been done completely within the interior of my own home, my neighbors are just very close and very nosy)
The good news is that
If you need me before then, I'll be over there in a tub of ice.