I bought a beautiful plant for the centerpiece of my thanksgiving dinner table. Supposedly it should last and continue to bloom. Not in my life. Now it looks totally bedraggled and sad, despite the fact that I have been checking to make sure the soil is damp. I have a brown thumb.
The other reason that plants and I don’t get along is because I have cats… Mouse in particular. Note that the cat is a) not supposed to be on the table and b) is supposed to leave the potted plants alone. This morning I notice a disgusting brown spot of cat yak on my beautiful new tablecloth.
“OH GROSS!!!!”
It was still wet, sort of, but had been sitting there long enough for the acids to totally have ruined all semblance of a finish on that part of the dining room table. Great. She just had to get on the table and gnaw on the new plant, which as usual, induced almost immediate vomiting. I managed to get the table cloth clean thank goodness – now I can cover up the big ruined spot on the table’s finish.
Just to add insult to injury, as I gathered up my slippers to take them upstairs I noticed that she had also aimed over the edge of the table and managed to yak, not onto, but into my slipper. Fantastic, It’s going to be a good day, and believe me it did NOT get any better from there.
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