Would you trust this animal?
Last year, him and his kind thought it appropriate to add extra fertiliser to my soil. After a summertime battle, I stepped up my game and this year i added zoo fertiliser to my soil (affectionately known as zoo poo) which apparently they don't like, but fruit trees and most veg love. It has been so effective that I've only had one episode this year. For those of you embarking on a veg bed project in the vicinity of these untrustworthy moggys, they tend to target freshly raked beds. A bit of orange peel scattered around sometimes works. Or a lion.
So, happy that we'd found a mutual understanding, I've been busily gardening this spring.
Then, two nights ago I was woken with a jolt. The sound of cats squealing as if impaled on a rogue asparagas spear. A crash, and all manner of comotion. I just could not be arsed to get up and look out the window but my heart sank. Some damage had been done in the garden...
And it was the broad beans that took the brunt of it
Even now, a day later I can't bring myself to think of something amusing to say about it. I'm angry and gutted. I want to pick up the cats and hurl them as far over the wall as I can manage. But like snails, they'll find a way back. I may open negotiations with Bristol zoo for that lion...
Small cats. More dangerous than a friend with scissors in front of your salad leaves.
The Hapless Kitchen Gardener
- Hapless gardener
- I only feel hapless because some people make it look easy to grow 10 ft marrows or a banquet of greens whereas my courgettes got nabbed by killer slugs and I only got one raspberry. So tips and stories from people less hapless than I are more than welcome. As a disclaimer though, none of my comments should be taken as expert advice on which you can rely! © Unless stated otherwise, and with the exception of guest content where that guest retains copyright, all photos and posts are the copyright of Tom Carpen and may not be used without permission.