Wednesday, July 7, 2010
"Oh my! Aren't those hydrangeas looking so lovely in my home?"
"Pray-tell us where you got so many lovely Hydrangea blooms for your flat?"
"Oh it's on account of this fat fucker. M'dear."
Oh I know what you're thinking.
"Oh he's soooooo cute!"
Yeah he really loses his charm after he decimates your horticultural pride and joy.
I woke up at 6:30 am to go for a run before my day. Went out to the terrace to grab the clothes on the line and there was my baby. Branches, leaves, flowers everywhere. It was crazy. A big smash in the center and everything smashed in a circle around it. That fat fuck made a goddamn crop circle out of my hydrangea.
My baby went from this...
Here I tried making a brace with some kitchen twine and a twig. Garden Macgyver! The above pic is actually a major improvement because it's been braced and cleaned up. When I came out this am it was a real shit-show with flowers, branches, leaves and fur scattered every-which-friggin-way. But I was in too much of a state of shock to capture it on film Needless to say I blew off a ton of steam on my run this am. Damn cat!