I was going to blog about something entirely different today.
My hairy, four-legged friends didn’t approve. I’m not sure who was the culprit.
It might be the one escaping from the mugshot, or it might not.
I was going to treat them with some fine meat, and then maybe go to bed myself.
I know I heard a suspicious noise some time ago, but I thought it was just a plastic can popping. They do that from time to time, and as I’m home alone atm, I thought that was the most probable source of the noise.
I entered the kitchen, rounded the kitchen table to get to the fridge, and stopped dead in my track.
Two sad-looking, and one broken, orchids, in a heap of mold and glass.
Oh happy day.
Well, instead of feeding the cats, and going to bed, I’m re-potting the saddest of the two, and gathering the rest of the glass and earth.
And protecting the nosey paws and noses from getting unnecessary cuts.
I’m eventually turning into my dad, I’m afraid…