We decided to take a stab at making dirt. Yup, composting. When my parents sold their house in Crown Point, my dad brought the compost fencing (not sure what else to call it) so we could set it up. Paul got it going and continues to carry that nasty stuff out there. We have not mowed b/c it was winter. Not sure we have a grass catcher anyhow. Welp, turns out whenever Paul goes out there to dump the dinner dregs, the ring of fencing is turned over. See, Bluesy (aka Diablo Kitty) likes a snack–so what if it is leftovers, from the drain or perhaps even rotted. Not to mention the fun addition of the game of knocking the fencing down to get to the loot.
BTW–If anyone knows how to keep cats out of the garden, we would love to grow some herbs but the cats seem to love using the beds as a gigantic cat box. That leads the dogs to follow to 1–eat the poop or 2–leave their own, um, mark. Just another day in a zoo, I mean paradise!
They make a spray…bitter apple or something…that is supposed to deter cats. The stuff tastes HORRIBLE. I got some on my hands when I was spraying things and then ate something…YUCK!!! That used to work for my cats. Wear gloves when you TOUCH the bottle though.
Bitter apple may help with the cats but not the dogs. Jake loves that stuff. When he was a puppy I tried it and he would eat it off whatever I put it on then look at me as if to say “that was great, can you put some more of that stuff out”.
LOL I’m not surprised! Jake is a strange one!