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we ran out of cat food this morning; or, the glories of a vegetable garden

July 11, 2008

Yes,  I actually sit in this chair and revel in the abundant greenness of the vegetable garden. I also weed. Check out that corn! Pole beans are climbing in the background, squash are squishing happily at center, and potatoes are rivaling the corn for Top Dog at the right. If I were sitting in that chair, I would have, from my left to my right, dwarf morning glories, zinnias, beets, carrots, and kale growing at my feet. You can’t see the last three so you’ll have to take my word for it. (And I’m sort of lying about the kale. A rainstorm scattered the seeds so they’re growing scattershot up to four feet away from their row.)

In other news, I bring you the Apocalypse, or We Ran Out of Cat Food This Morning. It would not be overstating the case to say the cats are outraged. I am hiding from Spock because he will bite me. (Really.) They took out a bit of their frustration in thumpitting* around the house at high speed, hissing at each other. Now they are pretending to be tired, but I know I have to get to the store before noon or I will lose a couple toes.

*to thumpit: to run about the house at high speed, over furniture and through the fireplace, knocking over the garbage can in passing. “Thumpit” is onomatopoeic, being the surprisingly loud sound little cat feet make when thundering through the house. The fog creeps in on little cat feet, my Aunt Fanny.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. July 11, 2008 9:05 am

    Thumpit – also known as Thundering Herd of ElephantsExtra noisy at our house with added dog.

  2. July 11, 2008 10:58 am

    If only our other forgottens would thumpit about and bite at our toes so we could remedy them before we sink under them.

  3. July 17, 2008 1:16 am

    Thumpiting is exactly the sound our Oliver makes, especially in the morning. BTW, on Monday, I entered the kitchen at 7 a.m. to find him rolling in the remains of a bag of fresh catnip I’d brought home from Farmer’s Market and forgotten to hide. He looked for all the world like “lost weekend”. Love your blogsK

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