April 30th, 2010

John Green Tree

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Since about the time Spike died, our cat Bella became the-cat-who-lives-upstairs and refuses to come downstairs for any reason. We tried carrying her down there, feeding her down there, moving the litterbox down there (that really, really didn't work). It got worse when we got Tasha, who was kind of an angry kitten and immediately started to push Bella around, and took the opportunity to seize control of the downstairs. (Except for Harry. Harry's territory has no bounds. But he doesn't care if other animals are in it as long as they don't do anything that forces him to notice that they exist.)

The one benefit of the failed break-in at the next door neighbors' house was that, while looking for my glasses and phone in the dark and trying to wake morfin up, I apparently spoke to him in the voice of the Exorcist and that convinced Bella that she might want to leave the upstairs for a while. While we were sitting in the dining room watching the cops search the neighborhood, we realized she was down there with us. Yesterday I carried her back down to the bay window and she actually stayed there for most of the afternoon with Tasha. She's down there now.



Bella and Tasha


Bella

And here's a bonus rosebush. It grew from a cutting that was probably less than six inches long:

This is after I pruned it.

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