Prickly

20090426-dsc_2290I bought this cactus to foil my cat. Not the one in the photo, who surprised me by trying to eat it too. But the naughtier one who takes great pleasure in devouring any plant that steps foot — or pot — inside our door. I haven’t had fresh flowers in many, many years. And, yes, I’m slightly bitter about that.

So today Dev and I were strolling through the garden center and we came across the cacti. I chose the one with the longest spikes. (Hey, the plant needs some strong defenses against those feline choppers.)

When we got home, I put the cactus on the floor and invited Lucy over to investigate it. Figured they may as well get to know each other right away. She made several attempts to chew the spikes, but the plant and I prevailed. She got a little prick on the nose and wasn’t too happy about it. She backed up several paces and looked at me with some curiosity.

I know it sounds a bit mean, but all I’m asking for here is a small spot of greenery in my home. Why can’t she just stick with her cat food, I’d like to know.

Miss Lucy

This one can be so infuriating. And her vet bills have been atrocious. Yet there’s nothing sweeter than when she hops up on my bed on a Saturday morning, burrowing in where Scott was just seconds ago to savor the warm spot. She curls her legs beneath her, closes her eyes and just purrs. Health issues and sassy-ness aside, she’s a total keeper.

Yep, she’s worth it (although my husband might not agree)

We haven’t had a vacation this year. How unfair!

Well, it’s mostly our fault. And partly the stinky economy’s fault. And that cat up there? It’s partly her fault too. Between her stomach issues and the dog’s arthritis and fractured tooth, we’ve shelled out some big cash this year. (The other kitty has stayed on our good side.)

Lucy really is lucky she’s so cute. They all are. Because right now I’d much rather be packing for some time away than staring at a computer screen. But vet bills, plumbing expenses, four new tires, a dishwasher that’s on its last legs, and weekly trips to the gas station are standing between us and a few days of relaxation. Such is life.