This vase is full of stones because my cat, Ragnar, has knocked it over four times this week.

He, also this week, has also knocked over glasses of water, dug up rows of seedlings I’ve just planted and pooed on my pyjamas.

I think it’s fair to say we’re not in a great place right now.

Pyjamas aside – he has clearly eaten something weird to have diarrhea like that – I realised yesterday that I was feeling all this very personally.

You see, each of those things – getting a glass of water, buying myself flowers, tending to the garden… are acts of self care that I’m really not very good at doing for myself.  So many other things somehow always have to happen first.

We’re in a stand off now though. I refuse. I refuse to let a pint-sized Floof take away the small acts of self care I allow myself. There are 3 vases now, more seedlings planted and sown shielded by a border of chilli oil spray (pleasedontlickit) against cat, and snail, interference. I’m leaving an empty glass by the tap and drinking when I go by…

He’s driving me crazy and… into more extreme acts of self care.

I hate cats. They’re so frickken smug.

God bless the fur babies and the flowers, the seedlings and the Sabbath, and make them Good.