The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
We grow a big pot of catnip every year. It starts out looking quite nice - until the neighborhood cats discover it's there. And at any given time there's a good chance that a blissed-out feline will be sleeping in it.
I'm a gardener, but I probably wouldn't mind. At least the kitty isn't relieving his bladder on the flowers...my dog does that. Next time, I've told him we're having roasted canine for supper. He definitely believed me. *long-suffering sigh*
We grow a big pot of catnip every year. It starts out looking quite nice - until the neighborhood cats discover it's there. And at any given time there's a good chance that a blissed-out feline will be sleeping in it.
ReplyDeleteCats... sigh...
ReplyDeleteI'm a gardener, but I probably wouldn't mind. At least the kitty isn't relieving his bladder on the flowers...my dog does that. Next time, I've told him we're having roasted canine for supper. He definitely believed me. *long-suffering sigh*
ReplyDeleteOh booger. So THAT's where Star went to. (His full brother was Stripes, of course. Community Cats).
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