Mom, I wouldn’t go into the kitchen if I were you if you value your ears. I’m not tattling exactly, but someone’s doing something they’re not supposed to do. Someone else has a problem with that and they’re really loud with their complaint.
Tell her she can’t do that, Mom! She’d being a bad cat and a bad influence on us good cats who would never do such a thing. Everyone knows not to do that and there she is. Don’t let her get away with it, Mom. Tell her she’s a bad cat!
The rule from forever ago is that no cat is allowed on the stove top. Ever. Everyone knows this. Tessa knows this and yet, after 12 years of living here and abiding by the rule, here we are. You supposed Tessa just woke up this morning and thought, “Today, I’m going to lay on the stove top.”?
Flowers around Colehaus this month worked overtime to come into bloom. So much bloomed at the same time in May, we might have a boring June ahead of us. That wasn’t how Mom planned and planted but there it is regardless. Here’s some of this month’s flowering highlights:
We’ve always had Columbine in our backyard. Mom loves them but can’t seem to grow the yellow and red variety. Lucky for us, the purple/blue reseed themselves every year.
Two years ago, Mom found a double white Columbine and she saved and replanted the seeds last year. She also sprinkled some of the seed over where the purple/blue variety comes up, thinking white and purple would be pretty growing together. Well, no white ones came up, but . . .
Garden supervisors Mr. G and his brother think we should stop with the flowers and give them pettings and catnip treats, which leads us to some news.
First, Mr. G’s brother’s name is Jacks which is nowhere close to “Bunny” that Mom was calling him (though he came running to the name Bunny, too).
Second, Mom talked to Mr. G and Jacks’ parents and they are wildly happy that Mr. G has become friendly since, apparently, he hid all the time since his family moved here from Idaho two years ago. Mr. G was adopted out as the only survivor from a barn cat litter and was a sickly kitten for nearly a year. You might recall it took five months before Mr. G trusted Mom. After that, Mom’s never known Mr. G to be anything but friendly, so to hear that he once wasn’t sounded odd.
Sadly, Mr. G’s family is preparing to move back to Idaho sometime in June. They assured Mom they are taking Mr. G, Jacks, and another kitty brother with them. We’d be lying if we said we one hundred percent believed this. What we are one hundred percent certain of is we cannot take in another cat, so we’re just going to have to have faith that Mr. G will go forward having a wonderful life in Idaho with his brothers, and any memory of sitting on Mom’s lap while being brushed will fade as good new memories are created.
We’ll continue to post photos of “Where’s Mr. G today?” for as long as he visits, until the day comes when he no longer comes running when he hears us in the morning, when Mom no longer sees him relaxing, waiting for attention somewhere in the backyard, and we discover he and his family have gone.
The flower bed we created after the loss of our big golden Arborvitae in December 2022, is starting to fill in and flower up. Mom’s vision was of a dedicated pollinator bed and we just might have nailed it. We should have flowers on and off up until frost.
Lastly, it doesn’t have to be about the flowers in your own yard. You can always enjoy borrowed beauty from other yards. Our neighbor grew this pretty white clematis on an oversized, old painter’s ladder which works beautiful together, but paired with their red maple and a hint of green from a small cedar as a backdrop (as is our view from our kitchen window), the image was just too gorgeous to not photograph.
Viola’s a talkie girl. She has a lot to say and even more to say if you get her going. Here’s a snippet of a normal daily conversation:
What? What do you want? Can’t you see I need brushies?
Mom, tell Dad I need brushies. And attention. After all, I am cute!
Crunchies?
Nap? In this box, which I will remind you is not THE box so, are you kidding me?
Dad, where’s a suitable box? Don’t tell me you don’t have one.
Snuggles? Yes, after brushies.
Mom!! I need a better box! I’m only sitting in this one because someone has to.
Brushies? Yes, now? I’ve been asking all day!
Why does that other cat look at me like that? Does she want this box? Give it to her!
MOM!!! That brush in the drawer needs me!
Mr. G is a little more camouflaged today but his brother Stubby/Bunny isn’t!
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We’ve been pre-approved for taking Friday off from blogging. That may be due in part to the amount of clutter and dust we’re kicking up to accommodate Mom’s latest organizing spree – the under the stairs closet that contains things that haven’t seen the light of day in well over a decade, namely gorgeous one-of-a-kind Christmas ornaments (five flip-top boxes full). And here we are, not having put up a Christmas tree in twelve long years because, well, Tessa mostly. It’s highly unlikely we’ll ever have a tree again. What does one do with stuff like this?
