Somehow I ended up with three cats. Strange as I was never particularly fond of cats but it happened .I have become a cat lady. Not quite a crazy cat lady but a cat lady nonetheless.
Here are the girls standing sentry in their garden . Yes it is "their" garden. The minute I started working back there it was deemed their secret area. They love Mondays almost as much as Mrs. Gooserson. They shadow everything I do sometimes taking breaks to participate in a rousing game of tag or scratch their nails on the wood posts. Chasing huge grasshoppers and teasing the neighboring dogs are also games we play.
Twotone the black tabby is my gardens best defense. She has ice water coursing through her killers body. Gophers don't stand a chance. Big grasshoppers are her favorite play toy . She will even drag huge Tomato worms into my EBay room as thanks for making her a garden.
Here's my big orange cat Flusby. I don't believe that is her true name as we have had her for 16 years and don't recall her real name. In her lifetime she has been many cats. Starting out life as my three year olds kitty, disappearing for a few years into the wild , and then coming back to be my office cat. She is blind and slightly deaf but still holds her own. I have written about her in my other blog Smashed Pennies. Click on the Smashed Pennies and it will take you there.
To those of you who have raised beds and find surprise cat bombs, just realise to cats that looks like a big litter box. My solution is that I have an outside litterbox. They have no problem using that rather than their Secret Garden.
Cats in the garden? Hell yeah.
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