Ground-up bones are supposed to be good for your greengrowing stuff. We have heat and some clouds. I think it will storm later: the cats are edgy.
DP, Sally, and I are going to a homeschool association production of “The Merchant of Venice” tonight. Sally’s nervous friend April has a “Woman in Room” sort of part.
Seems I remember my Grandmother mixing bone meal into her special dirt mixture...
Due to ongoing application of advanced grass substitute stimulant I was just accosted by a gray and white furbeast thoroughly covered in the substance. He seemed to think that by sharing the experience with me I would be inclined to offer him some cattreats.
I got him a towel and gave him a dewatering instead. Now he wants to emulate lapcat mode. I rejected his still-damp advances. Any other time he doesn’t want me anywhere near him. Or even talking to him. Or even speaking in his general direction.
Now I wonder where his brother is..