My Brain Ferrets are Garden Weasels

 

If you follow me on Instagram, you know that I’ve been on a bit of a bender lately.

 

Left: a purple calla lily plant; right: a cluster of small succulents.

My latest victims

 

 

High on Clara’s remarkable good health I went out and bought myself a plant that looked pretty but would have killed my pets.  He lives outside right now—remind me to check that he’s not toxic to bunnies, yikes.  Fresh on the heels of that near-miss, we were browsing Home Depot ( we might have actually been looking for mulch or weed killer or something else that goes outside—I really don’t pay any attention to the outside plants and they seem to appreciate it) when I saw a whole section of little potted things that promised they were easy to care for. 

 

You grow shit now!” my brain-ferrets yipped, pouncing and nipping in their excitement.

Uhh… You sure ‘bout dat, hoss?  Because—

And the brain ferrets were all, “SO FUCKING SURE!  THIS IS WHAT YOU NEEEEEEEED!”

 

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Meet Darth Vader

 

The Stupid Cat is still not accepting Ham.

 

awesome orange cat snuggles weird cat loaf in sunbeam

This just in: photographs lie.

 

I thought we’d made progress when, one day, she voluntarily snuggled with him on the Favorite Ottoman.  I even grabbed the camera and snapped a couple dozen photos of The Moment They Became Friends.  Alas, only a few days later she was in his bed under my desk (oh yeah, he has a bed under my desk because close to me is his favorite place to be) and growling at him for coming by. 

 

Bitch.

 

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