See what I mean?! So, today I looked out to my garden and I saw that the Clematis flowers have bloomed and are looking beautiful as well as the copious amounts of bluebells that come up every year without fail; even after digging and removing as many bulbs as possible! The Clematis was planted by myself about three years ago and I was very disappointed as it didn't appear to grow at all. It was only when I saw my neighbour and she asked if I had planted the lovely flowers that were prolific in her garden, that I realised even this plant had the sense to escape from the clutches of my territory, to a safer domain… However, it has gradually been coaxed back in and is now honouring my garden with its' very pretty presence too :) Mindy has just escaped being captured by the camera, her tail end is just in view. Mork is not allowed to be featured in a photograph within this post as he is in the dog house at the moment - not literally, although he does believe that he is a dog. He has been about as much hard work as a small child over the past few days...
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Mork, on the other hand, is too adoring. He has always wanted to be with me, I can't even go to the toilet without him following - see, like a toddler! - and he will trail behind me or zig zag across the stairs 'playing' with me as I descend (yes, I know, I have also thought that he may be trying to trip me up because he's being fed late, but it's a fleeting notion…!), will be at the door when I return to the house and he really does miss me if I go away. For any of you who don't believe that cats care for their owners, I can assure you that some of them do.
Sadly, he has not redeemed himself since. I have since cleaned up two piles of sick (why he insists on chewing a plant (that is/was actually thriving) which makes him sick, I don't know) and a pile of compost (the plant in that pot had not survived…) from my new cream carpet. I have also been attending to his frequent trips out/in as well as being woken several times throughout the night (he pats me on the face each time I turn over as he thinks it's time I ought to get up). I may as well be giving night feeds! He is, without a doubt, in the dog house. I'm hoping that this is just a phase, perhaps the human equivalent of a mid-life crisis, and that he will resume normal Mork behaviour (I think normal 'cat' behaviour is just a little bit too aspirational).
I shall leave you this evening with my updated photos of 'the seedlings'! This may be the last time that you see the four sunflowers, as they are now out of the relative safety of the propagators, therefore could be in the clutches of said naughty cog. Haven't they grown?! Am soooo pleased!