Tuesday, February 12, 2013

double-wide all-season

Good thing it's a roomy dining room table.  It's where I tend to do my writing, but lately as the Slightly Retarded Kitty's cat grass orchard continues to grow, that table has become more of farm than a piece of furniture. 

I used to compost the cat grass when it dried up and died, but the SRK has recently decided that, while the fresh grass is ideal for nibbling, the dead stuff is perfect for lounging upon.  Note that she now requires two patches of spent grass to optimize lounging efficiency.

 I have a new BC Musician Magazine article to share.  Attack of the Brain Parasite attempts to explain why you can't get that song out of your head. Enjoy.


And if you are interested in what I thought of Justin Rutledge's new album, Valleyheart - released today - I've reviewed it for the National Music Centre's New Release Tuesday series.

With any luck, I will be able to keep harvesting those words as the dining room table gets slowly converted to acreage.  I just need a tiny corner.

5 comments:

Karen said...

Nubs will do the same with his planter full of chewed up, stubby remnant cat grass during the summer too. God forbid we try to mulch it up and plant some new stuff in the same planter. Nope, that's his lounging on the balcony, staring down at the ant-like cars spot.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

There's just something about dried up grass that feels good against a kitty belly, I guess, Karen. Stirs up genetic memories of hunting in the savannah or something.

Lesley said...

Seems like it would be nice company, to have her there snacking/lounging on the grass. As long as she doesn't yack it up. :)

John Mutford said...

We have a fake grass looking plant in our bathroom. (I know fake plants are tacky but Oprah can bite it until she moves to a place with 24 hour darkness). The cat still eats it.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

We actually work together quite well, Lesley, and luckily, she hardy ever barfs! Best kind of coworker!

The cat is likely just trying to make you feel better about having fake grass, John. And thumbing her nose at Oprah.