His "toys" were a couple of chipmunks that Rozzy helped him catch. She is very sharing in that way.
Gaaaaaaa...ah.
:O)
Oh, those cats. Here is a strange thing. Our cat will bring a trophy in whenever we have company and leave it just outside the patio door.
She does this every time. (She also leaves her trophies there for us to find whenever she does hunt.) But when we have people over, she is certain to leave a trophy immediately in front of the door.
I don't know what she is telling everyone, but I am sure she is communicating something important to her.
The parts missing from the trophy change.
Cats are terminally cool.
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I will probably get to go home sometime today if the antibiotics are tolerated. I miss my sanctuary.
I will hold that intention for you too, pasa.
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Update on the garden: The plants do not seem to have been killed altogether. There are places where the individual stalks have shriveled, but it seems that the plants themselves may make it.
We realized we will not be able to replant until next year, because the soil will carry that poison meant for weeds.
Both the Weed & Feed and the fertilizer were in plastic bags of about the same size, and were stored near one another with the gardening supplies. I wore sunglasses, and did not wear my glasses. That is how simply this terrible mistake was made.
If there is anything to be learned from this, or from my going on and on about it here (sorry, guys), it is for each of us to take just that one extra moment, however sure we are that we know what we are doing, to be certain.
Wishing each of us a beautiful day.
Cedar