Unexpected Chores
This morning I was in the kitchen and happened to look out the east window towards the garage porch. It didn’t surprise me that through one of the patio doors I could see one of the rocking chairs was in motion. Either Honey Bunny or Butter Ball tend to take a nap in the chair and it rocks as they jump into it or jump out of it.
As the huge Sheffaleria tipped, it really did a number
on the palm plant that was sitting beside it.
I continued to watch, and soon to be seen through the patio door of the porch were branches waving frantically of the huge four foot Sheffaleria plant that sits on the table behind the rocking chair. As I was trying to take in what was going on out there, the Sheffaleria plant tipped over, onto the back of the rocking chair. Bathrobe tightened up I stepped into shoes to see just what was going on.
I got into the garage and stepped down into the porch, there was not a cat in sight. Oh yes, the Sheffaleria was precariously hung up on the rocking chair back, preventing it from hitting the floor and being totally
dumped out. It took a while before my eyes traveled farther east in the porch to see the real mess. One of the philodendrons I have been nursing for several years was indeed sprawled out onto the floor. I could not believe the mess. I had even set a heavy jar of Be-Bes into the dirt of the pot to give it enough weight to prevent just such a thing from happening.
Dennis had been on his way uptown for a errand. I waved him on and I stayed behind to try to make heads or tails as to where to begin with the mess.
Butter Ball refusing to let the garbage take what he
thought would be his playthings for the afternoon.
I have always been told by Dennis to be careful what was vacuumed up in regard to leaves and such as the 10 foot hose being plugged would be a real challenge to poke the debris clear. I went back into the garage and got a small rake and began raking up the larger stems and leaves. As I turned my back for a moment, Butter Ball was on the lower shelf of the table hooking out stems and leaves. Ugh!
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back in regard to the philodendron. It hit the garbage. It was not meant to survive the schnanigans of Butter Ball. When the vacuum was started, Honey Bunny scattered from the noise while Butter Ball kept circling around me and trying to paw at the hose. No fear there.
Honey Bunny never gave us an headaches as she was brought into the porch as a kitten. Butter Ball will tackle anything. I think a nanny cam would be very interesting to see what goes on in the porch during the night. Dennis often comments that when he goes out in the morning all the cushions from the rockers and chair can be on the floor or drug farther.
Through it all, pets are just little thieves of our hearts. They don’t hold a grudge, they love unconditionally. Now, if only we could get Butter Ball’s mom to get a bit friendlier and get her to the vet clinic, that would be great. I don’t know how many more kittens of her’s we can handle.