Killer cats, and boyfriends

Things are not going well today, though everthing is still alive...so far.

First off, although the sage is finally coming along, I have exactly two pathetic little rosemary sprouts. And one of those looks suspiciously like a thyme seed that made a border forray into rosemary territory. So, here's hoping that one seedling is a fighter.

Considering my friend Linda says she has been growing rosemary for 20 years and has never successfully started it from seed I don't like my odds.

The next menace to my gardening experiment is fat, furry and black. His name is Buster. He's my cat. And he likes cucumbers. He's managed to munch off two leaves of my cucumber seedlings -- most of which only HAVE two leaves at this point leaving two lopsided cucumber plants.

I hope he has come to the conclusion that vegetarianism isn't his bag -- or maybe this is his way of encouraging me to feed him more of his favourite wet food.

The other menage is named Kyle. He's my other half (not the better one today). He phones me this morning and asks if I think it's okay to leave the window (right next to my seedlings) open when he goes to work. "No," I say "It's still -1 outside." I am informed that he is already too far away from the house to do anything about it.

I can only hope that it has warmed up quickly enough that they haven't frozen. He was only trying to be helpful, putting my cucumbers on the balcony and opening the window. Or maybe he was subconciously exacting his revenge for last weekend, when I accidentally laundered his wallet and phone.

At any rate, keep your fingers crossed for my struggling little sprouts!