I think that my Monkey really believed that those roses were for HER.  Chris showed them to her.  He took this cute picture.  It all seemed innocent.

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This is what they looked like on Saturday, Valentine’s Day.

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See?  Pretty leaves, yes?  Then I get home from work and this is what I find:

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She chewed half the leaves off.  The long blades of greenery. . . stubbers.  Leaves. . . chewed up and spit out no less.  I’ve never known a cat that ate foilage.  Mice, yes.  Even a bug or two.  But leaves?  She’s a strange one.

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She’s in the doghouse now.  She doesn’t know what kind of week I’ve had.  Let’s just say that at the end of yesterday, I was talking to my youngest about my day and I referred to the fact tomorrow (which is, if fact, today) was going to be Friday.  Monday and Tuesday were a whole week long. 

Yep – Monkey’s in the doghouse.  No cuddles for her.