Sigyn and I have accompanied the mortals on their weekly grocery run. While they peruse the canned goods and debate the merits of one brand of toothpaste over another, my beloved and I are free to look around at the things that are not groceries.
Sigyn is quite charmed by these succulents in the home goods aisle. Succulents are all the rage these days.
Yes, my love, they are quite pretty. And colorful, too, yes. And most assuredly easy to care for. Oh, you think we should get some, as the Terror Twins might be less likely to gnaw on these than on the other houseplants? I suspect you are correct. Because they are plastic.
Speaking of felines… There is a portly, overly-cheerful one and its equally smiley kin in the new little tea cafe near the front of the store.
I rarely trust cats, and I can tell this crew is up to something. No one smiles this much unless they are Up To Something. I should know.
(Hey, Sigyn, how is a beckoning lucky cat statue like a flat, round, tasteless candy? They’re both Neko-wavers! Ba-dum tsss!)
The little cafe has some interesting wall art, too. There are some flowers, and there is a pagoda and …
Sweet Glittering Bifrost!
Can’t I go anywhere without running into depictions of my stupid, oafish “brother”? Even when it doesn’t really have his big, dumb face, it’s still his big, dumb face.
My day is spoilt. Let’s go home.