So. I spent roughly an hour this morning crawling around our invasive vine and weed garden this morning. And not for fun either. I was chasing a cat… I’m pretty sure it was the same cat who’s pet-sitter showed up last week looking flustered and worried. It’s been around before, and I could tell that it was definitely the right cat, because of the shaved patches of fur (don’t ask.)
Unfortunately this time I couldn’t get close enough to check. But I tried.
Then I walked to work late, and I might still have tree in my hair. And I’m really worried about the kitty, because it was WAY too skinny.