Sunday, May 23, 2010

Controled Substance

The other day I was transplanting bleeding hearts from my friend Robin. Digging up the soil a bit, eliminating dandelions and other interlopers, I noticed a familiar plant. I hadn't seen any since we left our old home. I sniffed. Sure enough... it was time to invite a kitty over.

It is such a crack-up to watch a cranky middle-aged cat roll on her back, tickled to pieces, acting decidedly undignified!

(After Athena had nibbled at the mint and had her spell of silliness, she just curled up around the catnip to blissfully hang out near it, even though I was wielding a spade a mere 4' away.)

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