LAST YEAR!!!
THIS YEAR–GREEN WITH ENVY!!!
Well, mama is watching her tomatos too much, I think. Not that I don’t watch them, too, because I want to be the first one to report “RED!” and I’m pretty sure it’s going to be some time before those little suckers decide to color up.
Meanwhile, I study those weird garlic tips and try to find some weeds to chew on but mama’s garden doesn’t HAVE weeds so my wishes are thwarted (love that word, don’t you?). But tonight, mama just happened on a weed near the compost pile and I had a nice chew. That stuff is supposed to be for hairballs but I don’t have hairballs and so I just eat it for pleasure. Whatever that malty/gummy stuff is, it takes care of hairballs. I’m always hearing anthros coughing and choking and I think that maybe they need malt paste. I’ll bet their lives would take a turn upward after an inch or so of that stuff—maybe on toast or something.
Meanwhile, I’m studying the tomatos for progress.
It’s like watching grass grow or waiting for kibble in the morning. Tedious.
Still, if I were to spot a red tomato, I would be Queen Loulou in mama’s eyes.
As if I’m not already…
You tellin’ me queens don’t sit like this?
Good luck with your tomato watch.
Um, Loulou, we don’t think a queen would sit like that in public. And perhaps not in private?
You know, I get into this pose often and don’t ask why, but papa is always saying, “Loulou, you have to get some manners!!! You can’t lie around like that so….exposed!” But I’m one of those kitties with NO inhibitions…would that anthros could be like that and just let it all…er….hang out.