Grass

I'm not talking about weed. Although, I did think about weed today. I was working on a client who suffers from some painful auto-immune disorders which make everyday living miserable and I thought, "I wonder if medical marijuana would help."

I have no idea where this thought came from. It popped into my mind. I have never smoked marijuana nor do I plan on it. I don't even know how I feel about "medical" marijuana so let's not start a debate here.

I just want to talk about grass. I think wheat-grass or some other such nonsense that I got for the cats. Grass is good for cats apparently.

After a sunny week, a rainy week, then a few days I remembered that I had purchased and attempted to grow some grass on our back porch. I brought it in for Hank and The Tea to munch on.

Hank rubbed his face on it.

This is as close as Tea would get.

I'm not sure if our cats are normal. This isn't a newsflash.

Yup, not actually eating any grass. Just pulling it out and putting it on the floor.

Maybe he took a few attempted chomps.
Or not.

Flash forward: The next morning, I go to fill their food dishes and there is a pile of the grass (fully intact) sitting next to the container. I don't think these cats want any of this roughage.