Mom and dad are going to have to be aggressive in fighting the little flea monsters to protect me. I'm sweet. I must taste good to them.
I had to give dad specific instructions for gardening this weekend. He had to go and find all of the vegetables that are still clinging on for dear life out there. He did a good job and found the remaining green bell peppers.
Figaro's momma was out in the garden enjoying our late harvest nip. She said she'd be willing to help out since I can't be outside. She's a member of the Society of Feline Gardeners as well, but she doesn't blog.
She helped mom find 9 wee little raspberries. She butted mom's hand with her head and told mom to bring the berries directly to me. Mom obeyed.