Not-a-Garden-Tour #2: Off to the Toof V-e-t

 

Somebody must've had a tiny party last night as this was what appeared on the sidewalk outside the front door when the Human departed for her Wicked Toof V-e-t appointment this morning. Jack was alone. Perhaps his buddies were scattered over the next block or two?

These festive shoes (and purse) were in the window at the Cole Haan store downtown. The Human was enchanted by them, but (a) she could not afford them even if her yearly salary was twice its current level, and (b) her life is so pathetic she would have no place to wear them even if she could. Still, she is attracted by bright shiny things.

Several years back, the City commissioned many artists to make these hearts which served as public-art-cum-fundraiser for General Hospital. Most have vanished into oblivion, but a few are still scattered around town, including these two which mark entrances to Union Square, uncharacteristically empty on this drizzly morning.

On the way to the W.T.V.'s office, the Human passes a few galleries with generally overpriced art, like these two woofies which she can't quite visualize in our front hallway.

On the other hand, she's had her eye on these tiny kitties for many weeks now. Because she has had like a squillion W.T.V. appointments in the past two months, she has passed them in the shop window again and again and again and stopped to look each time. There is, naturally, no price tag on any of the items in this little gallery window display, but one day she's going to take a deep breath and go in and ask. They probably cost less than those fancy shoes, and besides, they're kitties!

Because she was early, she stopped for breakfast at an eensy cafe. This picture is her way of not-so-subtly suggesting that she eats nutritious little meals like this on a regular basis. Please excuse me while I fall to the floor wheezing with laughter.

Right next to the building where the W.T.V. does her Wicked Business were these scarves. Again with the pretty shiny things. Sigh. She didn't even bring one home for me to shred play with.

Ding! At last, the Human boarded the elevator and rode to the 7th floor.....

And then, and then, and then, she opened the door....and the Wicked Toof V-e-t was nowhere to be found! She was stuck in a giant traffic jam on a freeway somewhere! Hurray! So the Human and her teef went to work without seeing the W.T.V.after all.