What is it, you ask, that will finally cause Crummy Cooks & Cats to break their silence?
The answer is here.
I am excited, but nevertheless maintain that this is a tremendously awful idea because everyone in my family is cursed with a Death Thumb when it comes to plants.
My first victim was the hypoestes phyllostachya.
I’m not sure why my grandmother thought this was an appropriate gift for a five year old, aside from the fact it was pink.
I have killed two orchids within days of bringing them home. (Upon further research, I recognize orchids were awfully ambitious – but come on, days?)
I have killed succulents and a cactus. A cactus.
But still, I have this quaint little dream of tending my own garden.
And chickens. Still trying to convince T that is a swell idea. I grew up with farmers’ kids, it’s not my fault.
I’m going to keep a tally of how many plants I manage to kill. We’ll see what the toll rises to before T relegates me to ~supervising~.
In cat-related news, Mama is still fussy, but much improved after our month long experiment with Feliway. I was skeptical, but that stuff is amazing.
My favorite thing about Mama is her ability to go from this
to this in .2 seconds.
The vet assured us she is a perfectly healthy weight, but I’m not quite sure I believe him. Then again, who knows how many kittens she had before we got her.
She is also incredibly dramatic, sulking whenever her chosen human is not paying 110% attention to her.
As to food… well, we’re still working on the regular cooking thing. But we have eaten a lot of dessert.
What have you all been up to?