Sunday, March 22, 2009

The Cats Ate My Shamrocks

Guinness Beef Stew, brown soda bread, Irish music, good friends, and a bowl of blooming shamrocks. All the makings of a wonderful St. Patrick's Day holiday. I figured that when the stew was eaten, the friends gone home, and the music hushed, I'd have the shamrocks for a remembrance.
I figured wrong.
Bite marks appeared on those shiny Irish leaves. Stripped stems and chewed up flowers soon followed.
From left to right, the felons are Milo, Jojo, and Neko. Good thing they're cute!