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Cat and Cactus

We repotted son's cactus this week. And we got it a grow lamp. It is sitting in our living room on the red bookcase.Lyra has developed an unwholesome interest in it. She hops up there whenever she can and just feels it. Son is worried cactus will be harmed. Cat does not seem to think it hurts, and is very angry when we thwart her.

Husband says maybe she would like her own empty box of potting soil.It is a kindly thought, but even if she does not consider that a litter box,I am not sure I want a random box of potting soil to look after. Just one more odd thing in our house. ('Oh, that is the cat's potting soil...')

In other news, I dropped a casserole dish full of saurkraut on my foot tonight, where it shattered. Cut to my foot was small but deep, (and full of pickled cabbage.) Son made a very neat pressure bandage, and I took the rest of the evening off. I had a tea-cup full of hot saki, which I recommend if you ever find yourself in similar trouble.

I am so damn tied of the real world. I would like to go live on the Indy now.

Comments

donnaimmaculata
Jan. 4th, 2014 12:14 pm (UTC)
I think your husband is right, you should get one, if only to be able to say, "That is the cat's potting soil". It's just one of those sentences that should exist somewhere out there in the real world.

The sauerkraut incident sounds painful. I hope your foot gets better soon - but you got a saki out of it, so it's not all bad.
eglantine_br
Jan. 5th, 2014 01:51 am (UTC)
It is a wonderful sentence. I love the way that each home and each family has it's own language and habits. If we had more space here I would give Lyra her own dirt box just for fun.