Monday, March 22, 2010
My friend, sculpter Don Wiegand, has a menagerie of animals. Among them are a pair of lovely peacocks. People with peacocks generally collect a wide assortment of peacock feathers. Don is kind enough to share.
The feathers he gave me are perfect for a wispy table arrangement. It sounds like a great idea until you consider my situation. I have Bogey. Cats love feathers. And not always in a good way.
Bogey has been investigating the feathers, and batting at them a bit. So far, his sleuthing has occurred with me standing watch. What he'll do when I'm not around, heaven only knows. Remember, this is the same cat who enjoys jumping on the mantle to merrily knock down vases, framed art work, and various bric-a-brak. All soon become bric-a-break, but that's another story.
Today is the test. We'll see what the inquisitive and often destructive Bogey will do once I leave the house.
I have the vacuum cleaner on stand by.