@JulieTheCranky Another Porch Cat story:
I have 4o'clock roots I dig up & replant every year. Never got around to planting them this season, between the heat and the whining mosquito horde. Yesterday I decided to plant them late anyway.
I have 4o'clock roots I dig up & replant every year. Never got around to planting them this season, between the heat and the whining mosquito horde. Yesterday I decided to plant them late anyway.
I went out with shovel & bag of sprouting roots, dig my hole, & started arranging roots in it, and I hear a polite "Yow." Look up, Porch Cat is right in front of me, under a small oak tree. She comes over to check out what I'm doing.
So there I am, pawing sand into a hole? She thinks she understands this.
Meanwhile I'm looking at the tender shoots I am covering with sand, thinking UH OH.
Meanwhile I'm looking at the tender shoots I am covering with sand, thinking UH OH.
She came right up to me! Which she has never done other than near food dishes. To check things out.
(As soon as I got done planting, I went and got some fencing!)
(As soon as I got done planting, I went and got some fencing!)
But her face! Watching me move that sandy soil around! I could just see the little wheels turn.
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