Someone Appreciates My Cooking
She hasn't eaten scrambled eggs in years--and never scrambled eggs and zucchini seasoned with garlic salt! Well, uh, thanks for pre-treating my pan before I wash it. . . I guess. . .
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I didn't even hear her leap up there; maybe I zoned out or something. Where I'm sitting with the laptop is not even two yards away from the sink, directly to the right. I have a galley kitchen and my office (dining room) is at the far end. She can be pretty stealthy.
Our two kittens have unfortunatly taken to chewing up my plants at night. The most recent plant victim has been reduced to just stalks.
Yeah, she's hard on plants, too. Even the bamboo plant--which she found yucky in the beginning--didn't make it a whole year. A bouquet of flowers isn't safe, either, because she looooves baby's breath. We need to invent chew-resistant plants or something.