green things || Off to a Rough Start...

I like plants, but they don't like me. I tend to kill them... (accidentally, of course!) The internet informs me that succulents are a bit hardier than the average flower, so when I saw a huge display of them at Home Depot, I jumped right on that bandwagon! Here, have some pictures of plants.

Of course, Phoebe has to check them out first.

I tried to limit myself to one or two... but look how pretty they are!

A leaf fell off the Baby Toes during transplanting. How cool is this thing?

Phoebe feigning disinterest in a box of gardening supplies.

I tried Phoebe-proofing the plants by clipping mesh over the front of my lightbox.

The things I do to keep Phoebe from killing herself...

After the lightbox failed. Transplanting...

Phoebe, eagerly watching me replate her dinner... ಠ_ಠ

Rainbow pencil crayons...

... become rainbow anti-Phoebe stakes! (:

"C'mon, don't you trust me?"

I can't believe I ever thought Phoebe would stay off the lightbox... I caught her caving it in with her fat butt not ten minutes after I set it up. So I tried deterring her with stakes... guess how well that worked.

Proof that I still place way too much trust in Phoebe.

Until I come up with a solution, these poor, battered things will be staying on a sunny, cat-free windowsill at my office. I wish I could just leave the top off, but I'd end up catching her with the "Gollum" Jade plant sticking half out of her piehole, I just know it. (Jade plants are toxic to cats, or so I've read)

That said, oh my gosh how adorable are those lithops?? Something about those rounded edges and that pebbly softness just screams "cute" at me- but then, a lot of things scream "cute" at me. Miniatures, skeletons, spiders, powder coating (what?)...

I have to assume the Baby Toes get their name from the "toenails" at the end... I'm not really a fan of babies nor toes, but fortunately, Wikipedia mentioned that they're also called Window Plants, which is a lot nicer-sounding. Seriously, though, this is possibly the most impressed I've ever been with a plant... too bad the Plantsbane Phoebe sat on it. Hopefully it and the kalanchoe will recover with some time away from her.

And yes, I do my gardening inside, because it's really cold out and I'm a wimp. I'm sure my light-coloured carpet (and landlord) are totally fine with this, but let's not tell them just to be safe. (We wouldn't want to bother them.)

I'll end with a photo of a cat that isn't obsessed with murdering plants.
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furbabies || Phoebe Cats and Katie Purringer-Cats

I bought a camera! My first DSLR: Canon EOS Rebel T3i. So of course the first thing I did when it arrived is take pictures of my cats. I may have mentioned that the bulk of the hoard is in the back room. Note that small amounts of hoard are still visible here and there. Everything photographed is in a state of flux; I deliberately avoid keeping the hoard offscreen not because I'm content to leave it as it is, but both as incentive to tidy and for something to look back on once I've made progress. (if that made any sense! hahah)

So now have a bunch of photos of my furbabies.

Phoebe Cats, looking majestic as per usual.

Jazzercise time!

That face! The foot behind her head seals it.

I laughed taking the previous photo, which apparently embarrassed Phoebe.

"Listen, buddy, you need to just calm the fuck down."

Sharing a secret, apparently (:

I seriously cannot handle this picture, she looks like a cartoon! That expression! hahahah

Phoebe's sister, Katie Purringer-Cats (:

That's all! I'm going to put an episode of MST3K on and paint my nails.

Happy Sunday!
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the hoard || "I'm not a hoarder, I'm a collector!"

One of my main goals where this blog is concerned is documenting my attempts to declutter my apartment. It's pretty terrible.

The view from the doorway.

Venturing in a bit further.

To the right of the couch.

There's more behind the couch, sadly...

In front of the closet.

The desk.

Standing on the desk chair, looking back toward the closet.

The surface of the desk.

Remember that closet door? If you manage to get past the pile of crap in front of it, here's what you'll see...

The view from the closet doorway. Can you spot Phoebe?

Peeking into the closet. Phoebe dashes in here every time I open the door.

So there you have if. The rest of the apartment is pretty respectable, actually- I intentionally moved the bulk of the clutter into the back room; gathering it all in one place makes it feel more manageable. Plus, having our entire apartment look like a shantytown was kind of making Josh and I a little depressed.

These photos were taken on a point-and-shoot by someone with zero camera experience in an apartment with basically no lighting... Sorry about that, hahah (:

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