Three bouquets came my way for my birthday. They are all so great.




I had them all outside during my birthday picnic, decorating the table, but eventually they had to come inside.
I wish I could place my beautiful flowers on my table, but I can’t. Car-E, Othello, and Cruella have other ideas of what to do with flowers.
They pull them out and shred them.
Today my flowers are safe in the kitchen, on a pulled out cutting board, where cats don’t venture.
They are still lovely, but it’s at times like this that I wish I was minus a few cats.
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