I think I'm coming out of the really bad part of my depression. I'm writing more, I'm drinking more tea*. I'm still watching far too much TV, not reading enough, and knitting as if addicted.
I got some dark pink tulips yesterday. Odessa has barely touched them. The white tulips I got last time she ate all the leaves off, chewing the stubs all the way down to the stem.
Yes, I know tulips are poisonous to cats. I suspect the poison is not so much in the leaves, as that's the only part she eats, and she's been doing this for a long time without getting sick. I'm open to suggestions of other fresh greens to feed her; I think she really likes the consistency of tulip leaves at least as much as the taste.
Then again she is the cat who, when offered a piece of my canned mackerel in tomato sauce, proceeded to lick off the tomato sauce and leave the fish alone.
* being depressed, for me, often means having little or no energy to the point where even making a good cup of tea is a chore.
