Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Meow! We have a crisis in our garden! The weather has been rainy and damp and awful. We've had too much rain and the high temperatures are too low...sigh. This means my basil is in danger of going to the herb Bridge. I've tried keeping a vigil, but mom and dad bring me in at night and when I'm not there...the...ugh...slugs move in!
This means war!
Not only are my beloved basil plants in danger, my raspberries are not very happy. This makes my mom sad. I will do what I can to purr over them and make it right. Even a master garden cat has her limits.
It makes me cry to look at my darling basil furriends. Mom said I can get new ones once the weather dries out and warms up...but it doesn't ease the pain of watching these little plants suffer.
I have ammonia spray to help take care of the nasty slugs. The milder mixture is supposed to be good for the leaves too.
You might have to biggify the picture below...but I'm there, watching over my garden and purring that the sun will come out soon!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Meow! Welcome back to my garden. I've been without a lot of help this past week. My furriend and garden companion, the cat formerly known as Freeta Bandeeta, has been inside my house locked in a room. I knew all along he was a boy. A girl cat knows these things. I thought it was funny...I was LMAO for months! Silly humans.
We're calling him Figaro. We're still not sure he's staying for good, but I'm purring for that to happen.
Anyway, good help is hard to find. Until he recovers from his illness and he can come out in the garden again I'm on my own in helping my dad.
Dad has been working on the garden patio for 2 years now. It's a lot of work, but he's hoping to finish it this summer. The gravel is in and the bamboo have been put in pots by the fence. Dad sunk the pots in the ground and put pretty pebbles all around. A garden cat has to be good at snoopervising the hardscape as well as plantings.
We have booberries planted by one of our fences. Mom says they are blueberries, but they aren't blue yet so I'm not so sure she's right. We'll see.
The cottonwood tree is blowing it's cotton all over our yard. You can see me and Grete hanging out in it. It looks like snow, but it's not cold.
Although Figaro is not out in the yard with me, he's still helping me...he's inside helping mom with my post! I knew he wouldn't let me down!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Hi there! Remember me? I'm the cat formerly known as "Freeta Bandeeta". You see...I kept a big secret from everyone (except Jonesie). Under all my floof, I hid the evidence that I am a boy. While the lady here was gone last week, the big man felt sorry for me...said I looked a bit ill. He hauled my kitty rear to the placed called the v-e-t. While there the secret was revealed. Not only am I a boy, I was in need of a snip. Well, I was snipped and I was also tested for all the kitty diseases. I'm negative for all the big stuff, but I have an intestinal parasite. I'm on pills now until I get better. I already feel lots better! The v-e-t thinks I'm about 1-2 years old.
I like it here, except I can't go in the yard and help Jonesie. I'm meeting other kitties and the great big woofie under the door. I've kind of met the woofie before, but she barked at me. I just ignored her. Now she isn't barking, she's just VERY interested. I can understand why. I AM very interesting!
The man and woman here have been asking around the neighborhood, but so far no one knows if I belong to someone or not. I've been eating at the next door neighbors house for months. They've been worried about me too. So for now, I'm recovering and I'm "on hold" until the people here figure out what to do. I'd really like to call them "mom and dad". A cat can dream, right? Jonesie needs me, right?
The cat formerly known as Freeta Bandeeta