Tuesday, October 26, 2010
I didn’t need another Himalayan cat, but there it was, and I couldn’t help myself. I feel so sorry for all those stray cats. The trek alone from the Himalaya’s should have killed them. I figure they must be REALLY HEARTY cats. So I adopt them. All of them. Lamas too. They’ve traveled far, and I have to save those poor wandering creatures. I suppose I’ll be known as the crazy old cat (and Lama) lady in the future. But where does it end? DOES it end? I know people who started out like me, a stray cat here, a wandering Lama there. (Or turtle, or stallion, or Mouflon Sheep – which looks more like a goat than a sheep.) And before you know it, Ewes. Love ewes with heart shaped dangly-bobbers on their heads, miner ewes, complete with flash light helmet, purple grape ewes, and scary ewes with seriously electrifying hair. And then there‘s Gnomes. If you’ve ever walked by a house with a lawn full of garden gnomes you can bet your bottom dollar they have a house full of cats. It goes without saying, where there are gnomes, there are pinwheels. And don’t be fooled by the three of four that are visible, there are more in the barn, or shed. That is, if you can find the barn or shed. They’re around, somewhere. Turn right at the Eifel Tower, past the moss cabin - which is right next door to the Swiss Chalet, and you’ll run right into the barn. Overflowing with pinwheels, gaudy horse statues, and bush topiaries that I am quite sure were won on e-bay from the Edward Scissorhands movie set. I suppose I could sell a few things. But I can’t imagine what. I need everything. I can’t just up and sell my green house, it would leave a hole, I NEED IT! I… I am a Farmville Hoarder. I am STILL collecting shovels to make more storage space. Ironically, it is a hole that gets deeper with each shovel you collect. Meaning, you can really bury yourself in Pinwheels, gnomes, and topiaries. It has nothing to do with farming any more. Did I even mention the farming part? Probably not. Plots of land diminish to make room for another building. I’ll take a haunted house over twenty plots of land any day. Where else should I keep all the Halloween candy I have been hoarding? And the candy apple gnomes need room. So there it is. From Farmville to Hoardsville. If you’re reading this, send me a shove or two. I need to make room for Christmas. I hope I get more gnomes!