I almost said “new leash on life” because when you’re using the “new lease on life” cliche with pets, it’s practically manditory to turn the cliche into a cliche with a bad pun. But I did not. Because I love you guys.
Anyway, the tiny cat has decided to be affectionate. Not just her annual trip out of whatever dark corner she’s been hiding in, but every morning, when I get up, she gets up, comes to the bathroom with me, has a little breakfast while I’m getting my breakfast ready and then sits on the arm of the couch while I eat and read my morning blogs. Today she insisted that I rub her head. And she purred.
This is one difference between cats and dogs. When you get a dog, you know what you’re getting. It’s a slow narrative arc from birth through puppy across a long adulthood of predictable behavior into old age and death. But a cat? Sometimes I think that when they talk about a cat having nine lives, this is what they really mean. To think that this is the same cat who once spent a whole summer living in the back of my closet or another spring wedged in between the bookshelf and the window seems strange, to put it mildly. That was another life, I think.
I bored the Butcher on Wednesday night with all my talk of the various kinds of moonflower and discovering that Beth had given us datura and what should be a minor plot point on CSI last night? Datura. “See?” I told him. “My useless knowledge is useful.”
He went out yesterday and tried to turn the garden by hand. I haven’t been back there to see how it went. But since he said “tried” I’m going to imagine “not well.”
The creek that runs through the yard is, in parts, lined with bricks and concrete. In other parts, it has a natural slope. We’ve decided to plant the natural slopes with something other than grass and I hope to be busy with such a task on Saturday. Since Jim Voorhies sent me to that site where I learned not to mix corn and sunflowers, I haven’t really had a good spot for the sunflowers, but I’m kind of thinking that sunflowers and moonflowers along the creek might be kind of cool and whimsical.