This morning, Shadow tried unsuccessfully to explain to us the injustice of our removing his cat grass from the living room for watering and sunlight.
I believe he tried to explain how we just didn’t understand him and his art. During these vocal protests, he stopped to drink E’s cereal milk a few times to wet his throat for the next round of debate.
I agree, it is a beautiful arc of dirt, but until he learns to either operate the vacuum (because I sure won’t) or a sweeper and dustpan, he can’t practice this creative skill at 5:30am.
He’s a bit sad now and I hope tonight when I return the planter to him I will be forgiven.