My New Yard

My old house had a nice yard, but it had a lot of foxtails and no matter how hard Fernando (our gardener) tried, I invariably ended up with a foxtail in one of my ears.  I tend to blame the neighborhood cats for luring me into the bushes and thereby causing my ear problems.  Although I am nearly  deaf (most likely from my foxtail ear injuries), looking back, I have no regrets. 

The bad part about being hard of hearing is neighborhood cats hide in my yard, and I do not see them until I stumble over them.  Of course, when I do discover an intruder, all HELL breaks loose.

The good part about being hard of hearing is I can pretend to be oblivious to humans.

Although my yard is much safer for my ears, there are a lot of levels in my yard.  I have already had an accident due to my - shall we say "exuberance" - and hurt my hip badly enough to cause a visit to the ER because of my cat friends-enemies in my empire. Getting Up in Years