Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

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Welcome back to my garden furriends!  The weather here has been beautiful.  After HOT temperatures last week, we are now enjoying lovely weather in the 70's.  My kind of purrfect gardening weather.

 Look and see what's coming up!  Onions!  I think dad didn't plant them deep enough because now they are poking their heads out of the ground.  Even I can paw at them.  Next year I'll use my paws to show dad the proper planting depth.

 Dad said we can dig them up together this coming weekend.  That will be so much fun!

  I know that Figaro tried to tell you how helpful he is to my daddy...but everyone knows that my daddy couldn't function in the garden without me.  I know every blade of grass and when every apple falls...did you know that Figaro climbed WAY up in the willow tree this week?  How helpful is that?   Mom thought she might have to call the fire dept...but then he got his furry butt down himself.

 Here's an example...see a section of our Devils' Walking Cane tree came down.  Here is Figaro just lying there.  Hanging out.  Slacker.

 If he were a truly useful garden cat he'd inspect closer and go to the base of the tree so dad would know where to look for trouble.  

I will keep trying to educate Figaro so he can one day take over for me.  I'm not getting any younger and I would love it if I could leave some of the heavy garden work to him.

And for all of you kitties who were wondering about Grete yesterday...does she get treats, handouts...bitesies at the table?  Of course she does!  She always gets at least one taste of dinner but she has to sit and eat it like a lady.

Manly Tuxie Tuesday

Us guys like to hang out together.  Me and my daddy do lots of stuff in the yard...no matter what Jonesie says.  I'm super helpful.  Only I can do the manly things that must be done.

I found an apple on the baby Honey Crisp apple tree.  I pointed it out to my dad.  Do you know what he did?  He said I was a good boy and he offered to share his beer.

Only manly cats get invited to do that.  I'm 3 now so that means I'm an adult.  Even if Jonesie thinks I'm 3 going on 1.

Not that I'd drink the beer.  It's getting the invite that's important.  Niptinis for me.

 But when the day is done, it's my daddy that gives the best rides back in the house.

Us guys got to stick together.