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I was just about to step into the shower this morning - barely had one eye open, when SMASH CRASH in the livingroom and the kitties came SCRAMBLING for their lives running pell mell toward the kitchen.
So I shut off the water, put on my bathrobe, and went into the livingroom to see what the ruckus was, and there I found it:
My 18 year old, 4-foot tall braided ficus tree, the one I had just thoroughly watered two days earlier, was lying on the floor, out of its giant pot, and there was soaking wet potting soil and muddy water ALL OVER MY RUGS.
And Max was sitting in the midst of everything, looking extremely interested.
Ferris, of course, was peering into the livingroom from my office, looking terrified, poor boy.
I did the best I could to pick it all up and put the tree and the soil back into the pot, but there is still a big muddy mess on my floor - I didn't have time to clean it all properly, so I put a big bath towel over it to sop up the water, and then I picked up the tree to put it up on the plant table again.
That's when my already bad lower back went out on me, just two days before a big snow storm is due. Shoveling is going to be a huge problem for me, but with no help, I'm not going to have any choice. My back goes out every winter, and then I spend months wearing a back brace - getting old is NOT fun.
DRAT THAT CAT!
So here I sit at work with my lower back literally tweaking in pain, waiting for the IBs to kick in, and hoping and praying that the cats leave the towel on the floor alone so that I can give it a proper shot at cleaning up the mess tonight when I finally get home.
Yup. Living with a baby boy Bengal. I asked for it, I sure as heck got it!
So I shut off the water, put on my bathrobe, and went into the livingroom to see what the ruckus was, and there I found it:
My 18 year old, 4-foot tall braided ficus tree, the one I had just thoroughly watered two days earlier, was lying on the floor, out of its giant pot, and there was soaking wet potting soil and muddy water ALL OVER MY RUGS.
I did the best I could to pick it all up and put the tree and the soil back into the pot, but there is still a big muddy mess on my floor - I didn't have time to clean it all properly, so I put a big bath towel over it to sop up the water, and then I picked up the tree to put it up on the plant table again.
That's when my already bad lower back went out on me, just two days before a big snow storm is due. Shoveling is going to be a huge problem for me, but with no help, I'm not going to have any choice. My back goes out every winter, and then I spend months wearing a back brace - getting old is NOT fun.
DRAT THAT CAT!
So here I sit at work with my lower back literally tweaking in pain, waiting for the IBs to kick in, and hoping and praying that the cats leave the towel on the floor alone so that I can give it a proper shot at cleaning up the mess tonight when I finally get home.
Yup. Living with a baby boy Bengal. I asked for it, I sure as heck got it!
