My brother Taffy actually has something say! And believe it or not, it may actually be interesting and relevant. AND about LOVE. Crazy, right? Let me just say I’m just as shocked as you. So here he is with a Public Service Announcement: a mancat’s point of view of the inner workings of a flower shop, just before some sort of major Romance-related holiday. Or so he says. Wif out further ado, I give you Taffy Boy, Floral Kitteh-in-Chief!
Well, he says they are verrah, VERRAH busy right now and he has a lot of supervising to do and that I should just tell you.
Kittehs! Somefing is up! Boxes are stacking up in the shop. The place is crazy full of flowers and sticks and leaves – and none – NONE! of it is nip or silver vine or anything remotely delightful like that. In fact, the whole shop smells distinctly of sticky sweet narcissus and indigestible chocolates. According to Taffs, the boxes do come loaded with things like strings and shredded papers, but the shop peeps rip right through the box, totally ignore the play-potential all around them and then “ooooh” and “ahhhhhh” about a bunch of angiosperms. He says it’s baffling.
What’s more, Humans are racing in and out of the store, bouncing into each other like ping-pong balls. Only not in the fun way. More in teh “oh, Dear Cod, help me!” kind of way. In a “roses cost HOW much?” kind of way. In a panic, more or less, Taffy says. And he would know of which he speaks. He has been chased thru the house and cornered under the kitchen sink by me, so he knows what it’s like to upset a Grrrrrl Kitteh.
Luckily, Taff sez the guys usually leave the shop more relaxed than when they came in. Something about armloads of leafy greens and red boxes wif ribbons really makes these mans feel better. Taff is not sure how, altho he suspects that someone is going to feel really playful with all that ribbon. I know I would.
The shop humans, however, continue to jump through hoops. And, again, not the fun kind. They clean, cut and arrange barrels full of flowers, wrap packages and spend hours on teh phones making promises:
“yes, I’m sure the orchids will match her dress. promise!”
“yes, I can fit all of Shakespeare’s sonnet #18 on the little card. promise!”
“yes, we can deliver it to your houseboat on the Potomac river at low tide. promise!”
“yes. she’s going to love it. promise.”