The tulips that I brought home yesterday aren’t much worse for wear today but the cats decided to “weed” them. When I came home from work today, the pretty gold ribbon had been untied and obviously played with, it was on the other side of the room. The pretty paper was pulled gently away from the pot and the dirt inside had been raked from side to side. They didn’t hurt the plant at all. But it means that the cats were on the counter.
The good news? The tulips are blooming. Gosh, they’re pretty!
Life is too short. Stop and smell the flowers. – Darcy
Sweet!
Darcy, You said “cats,” plural. Did you adopt a second cat without telling us? Sylvia
Sylvia, Kent’s daughter’s cats moved in with him last fall while she is going to school in Australia for the next few years. DC is the Dome Cat who came her as a kitten over a year and a half ago, she’s a lover. Feona and Meela are the ones driving the house to distraction since fall. Last night they took apart a ball point pen. And every time I open a drawer in the bathroom they are in it pulling stuff out. They make me laugh. LOL! Darcy