The nature of cats

 

Adorable one minute

 

 

 

 

I'm going to eat your face off the next.

And you are?

I have a wedding reception to attend this evening and so I was getting gussied up.  First I had to step over Chester as he was laying in front of the shower door. 
He looked at me but didn't seem to mind the intrusion.

I washed and conditioned my hair and then I looked down.
And what to my myopic eyes did appear?
Something that looked like a small black spider.

I have a truce with spiders and so there was no screaming and fleeing with water droplets flying.  I bent over to try and ascertain if it really was a spider. 

I then said, "If you are a spider and you are NOT dead, you better get out of here."
Chester got up and walked away.

I always figured he thought he was a cat.
Seems he fancies himself a spider.
Good thing I have a truce with them then.

And this is why...

You take a before photo.

Doesn't look like much, but you should have seen it!

 

 Jake told me my little battery powered weed whacker would NOT tackle the over grown jungle that was my patio.  But I wanted to BBQ and you can't do that in knee high grass, right?

 

Jake told me to have Stavo bring his gas powered monstrosity. He said it had the power to take care of my jungle. 

 

Pshaw I say to that.  Never under estimate the power of a woman who wants to BBQ and is not content to wait for some man with his high powered, noxious fume belching machine.

(Not that Stavo would not have done it but he works 70 hours a week.)

 

So with my little weed whacker in hand I had to try. 

It worked well enough to BBQ.

When Stavo has time and brings the high powered machine I'm sure it will work better but for now this will suffice.