Before I launch into landscaping I need to tell you what an abominable lifestyle I am living at the moment. I moved out of my rental May 28th and presently I am living with a really bad litter of 8 kittens and their psychotic mother in one room and 2 of the world's more obnoxious animals (mine) in the other. My parents also have 3 dogs and are also two people I thought I would never have to live with again.
***Anecdote begins here, skip ahead for landscape-related photos***
I have pissed off the universe and I am being punished. First, Mama cat started losing hair from around one of her eyes on Friday and since the vet is closed over the weekend we just kept an eye on it until Sunday night when Sara would not allow me to live in denial any longer: we have to take the psycho to the vet.
Ladies and gentlemen, this effing nut tried to claw my face off and then bite off my fingers as I locked the cage. She was pretty upset when she got to the vet and I dropped her off for evaluation. I wrote on the form that she was very crazy and likely needed sedation.
Guys, they didn't read the form.
She escaped and ran amok all over the vet's office. It took 4 people to catch her and return her to the crate. I only heard about this because the vet called me and was like "...I had to sedate your animal." Sorry but duh.
So I'm taking this NUT BAG home and she pees in her kennel. Pretty normal for a scared animal and she must have been holding it since this morning so I'm not super fazed. It's not great, but I can live with it.
Then she pees again. And there's like a suction sound like when you're trying to squeeze mustard out of a bottle. Yes, friends, she shit herself. She shit herself in the kennel, and I immediately hit gridlock traffic on I-10. For 20 minutes. And the stop-and-go means she keeps falling in it and stepping in it. I am about to barf and honestly I thought this was punishment enough. We had to dunk her in the tub (how do we still have hands?) and I cleaned out her crate but I had to throw up in the bushes and I am not kidding.
In an awesome turn of events; it's ring worm which is super contagious and she's supposed to be kept away from her kittens. WHERE I ask you. Do any of you have a house you want to store some of these fucking cats at? I'm out of space. I got some of the meds which I have to administer to her orally (LOL! COOL! SUPER SAFE!) and I'll bathe the kittens but separating them created a monster. They have learned to escape their bathroom prison
Because my personal cats that I own are bad, I have been sleeping in the room with the en-suite kitten prison with my sound machine turned on super loud (I gave them the paper towel rolls and now they rustle them in the night when things get too quiet). The door to the bathroom won't shut all the way, so now the whole room is the Cat Room, where kittens exist and behave badly all night long. I tried and failed to put them back in the bathroom but herding cats in this scenario was not just an expression and this cliche bested me. Sorry she has ringworm, there's really not a lot I can do at this point.
I thought, I'll go sleep in the other room with my bad cats, they will eventually settle down and stop being bad. How very wrong I was. I left them at 10:00 to go to the kitten room. I left the kitten room at 11:00 realizing they had bested me and as I threw them in the room or put them in the tub so they couldn't escape, I realized I had to remove them from the tub eventually and then I had the same problem because I'm trapped. So I tried to stick it out in the room with the cats that should theoretically understand bedtime (mine). At 4:45 in the morning I realized there was no getting through to these morons. Just as I would fall asleep, Gordon would yowl, committed as he was to this russian torture experiment. So from about 5 am to 7 am I slept on the couch in the front room until my parents' 3 dogs began to howl and my father started asking me questions.
My survival depends on getting out of here.
***End of Anecdote***
We have landscaping and went shopping for pretty flowers!
First, we have flower beds:
Backyard:
Woohoo!
We also went to Buchanan's and I realized the flowers I like are all either Annuals (you have to plant them every year because they die and suck) or they're basically daisies.
These were my english garden inspo pics
Took these photos lurking in West U. Here are more inspiration photos from the internet:
So we went to Buchanan's and I took lots and lots of photos of plants I like for the landscapers:
And then I went to Home Depot and stocked up on the less expensive flowers:
And none of it is in so it's living on my parents' back porch so my dad can water them until we can get someone to apply them to the ground. Woop woop! So I have really nothing to show for this week's efforts. I'm waiting on the painters to finish the interior (read: show up to work).
