Jonesy! or Why I Can’t Have Nice Things

The other day I picked some lilacs from the tree at work. I looooove lilacs. I carefully brought them home, put them in a vase, and placed them on the table.

The next day when I got home they were already wilting! I felt bad for picking them but  also thought, “Wow, those were some thirsty flowers!”. Then I looked closely and noticed some of them — though still in the vase — were pulled up out of the water. I put them all back and some were still just fine. Then this morning:

And to add insult to injury:
Jonesy!! (upraised fist and Khan voice)

I guess I should be glad he didn’t break the vase.

About Adventures in Cat Fostering

I am a cat fosterer for Toronto Cat Rescue. I also have cats of my own, Jonesy, the black and white, and Murphy, the brown tabby, are in the photo. Little Blue was a foster kitten I kept. All were adopted from Toronto Cat Rescue.
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4 Responses to Jonesy! or Why I Can’t Have Nice Things

  1. I guess Sophie is my Jonesy. 🙂

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  2. Connie says:

    You bring home this awesome new toy and you expect him not to play with it?

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  3. niasunset says:

    Ah cats, kittens… 🙂 Today my header image is a famous painting “A Cat Knocking over a vase of flowers by Abraham Mignon….
    Thank you, Love, nia

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