...and co-conspirators.
This is an extract from an email to a friend one Saturday morning and dates from not long after Cindy and Fawn joined our household. They would have been no more than six months old. The "small feline" is Fawn....
Midnight. Or a little after, I guess. Reading lights still on, TV still playing, books and eyelids fallen, senior cat in residence on top of pile of humans.
CRASH! #&&#&^^&#&!! TINKLE! #&#&*%*^$^ "Whawuzzat???!!"
Cat removes self. Male human mumbles "hmmmmpph?"
Female human extracts self from cocoon, proceeds to investigate disturbance, meets small feline exiting kitchen with saucer-eyes and "They JUMPED on me, Mum!" demeanor -- "they" being half a dozen vicious plants that had been waiting for the opportunity to ambush a small feline person. They do that. They take great delight in hopping, with as much fury as they can muster, from their restraining pots, at unsuspecting fur people, flinging about as much of their soil as possible in the process.
Are there such vicious plants in your household? Particularly vicious are jade plants, spider plants, pothos.
The plants were sent back to their pots, but the mess of flung soil is still on the floor. Tasks for this afternoon for the Mum (the cleanup) and the Dad (the restoration of appropriate soil levels).
The Mum was not amused, either, to find that the dishwasher had chosen this particular night to pee on the floor -- an intermittent occurrence, not recently encountered, so something of a shock to bare feet on their way to the battle ground on the other side of the room.
This is an extract from an email to a friend one Saturday morning and dates from not long after Cindy and Fawn joined our household. They would have been no more than six months old. The "small feline" is Fawn....
Midnight. Or a little after, I guess. Reading lights still on, TV still playing, books and eyelids fallen, senior cat in residence on top of pile of humans.
CRASH! #&&#&^^&#&!! TINKLE! #&#&*%*^$^ "Whawuzzat???!!"
Cat removes self. Male human mumbles "hmmmmpph?"
Female human extracts self from cocoon, proceeds to investigate disturbance, meets small feline exiting kitchen with saucer-eyes and "They JUMPED on me, Mum!" demeanor -- "they" being half a dozen vicious plants that had been waiting for the opportunity to ambush a small feline person. They do that. They take great delight in hopping, with as much fury as they can muster, from their restraining pots, at unsuspecting fur people, flinging about as much of their soil as possible in the process.
Are there such vicious plants in your household? Particularly vicious are jade plants, spider plants, pothos.
The plants were sent back to their pots, but the mess of flung soil is still on the floor. Tasks for this afternoon for the Mum (the cleanup) and the Dad (the restoration of appropriate soil levels).
The Mum was not amused, either, to find that the dishwasher had chosen this particular night to pee on the floor -- an intermittent occurrence, not recently encountered, so something of a shock to bare feet on their way to the battle ground on the other side of the room.
