So Sad

So the peep and I were relaxing in the living room when we heard chainsawing. Chainsawing is pretty common in our neighbourhood, but this sounded pretty close so we went to look out the kitchen window and were struck down in grief. The gorgeous pink big-as-your-head old rambling roses that trailed over our fences from the neighbour's yard are TOTALLY GONE. The girl peep thinks they were one of the only pretty things in our yard (which she says is "in transition" and the Can Opener says is "a lot of work coming up") I liked those roses, even if the Grandma thinks that's where I scratch my nose up (everyone else thinks it's from disagreements with the other felines in the neighbourhood). I liked to balance on top of the fence and bat at them with my outstretched paws- they were springy! I liked to go outside with the peeps and frolic in the grass while they sat on the bench under the canopy those roses made. I liked to get up close and smell them really hard (they smelled divine).

The neighbour's yard is ugly now. Nothing but boring old grass.

Boo, neighbour. Boo.