This is what I’m greeted with when I come home from work. Saga (my cat) has taken a turn with one of my dried roses. Or rather, what once was a dried rose…
She’s been after them for weeks, but I always shoo her away. I guess now that I’m gone she’s taking the opportunity to finally have a go at them. She’s “murdered” two now, which means I only have one left. Want to bet on how long it has left before she mutilates that one too?