Now, I love a nap as much as the next cat, but I at least pick a comfy spot. Not so much w Bluesy. My mom brought us this cactus from FL b/c it would be “pet proof.”
Pet Proof does not = Bluesy proof.
I feel like a prickly pear!
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Bluesy has a screw loose
Saturday, August 14th, 2010Our plan was foiled!
Monday, April 6th, 2009We 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!
