I got up this morning, went downstairs, got ready to water my seedlings, only to realise that all of my pepper seedlings were gone. Gone, as in eaten. (I have tried my best to hide the seedlings in places where our cats couldn't get to them, but I guess I failed.) Of course I was really pissed off about losing my peppers, but all of a sudden I realised that three of our cats were nowhere to be seen, and as I couldn't remember whether the pepper plant could be toxic to pets, I was starting to freak out. After a frantic search I eventually found all three (Audrey was hiding between two sofa cushions and under a massive blanket), and they were all perfectly safe and sound (phew!).
Next I went to our front yard to water my pansies and violas. As the watering can slipped from my grip, and the freezing cold water from the tap attached to our house (as well as from the said watering can) decided to go all sprinkler on me and soak my clothes completely, I felt like I was ready to go back to bed. What is it about some days, when whatever you try, you just don't succeed?
We had a little visitor in our garden today - meet Mr Cardinal. Cassie tried to catch him, but failed.