This morning, I came down for breakfast and opened the curtains at the front. A cat was slowly, but deliberately walking across my newly cleared, forked and hoed front garden. It looked up at me and stared at me malevolently, and then proceeded to scrape out a hole to do its business.
Unfortunately, I was dressed in a short dressing-gown and people were walking past, so going outside to chase it off was not an option. Something the cat clearly knew as it squatted down and dropped its parcel. I am convinced that the beast smiled cynically at me.
Makes me start to wonder what goes well with cat! A bit of garlic and olive oil? A touch of fennel?
However, what really makes my blood boil are the bloody owners who quite freely kick their moggy out without a single thought of the damage and mess they make on other people's property. However, if I did anything to their precious cat to dissuade them from my garden, I would be the one in the wrong!
I hate cats and I hate inconsiderate cat owners
2 comments:
That's gratitude for you. A helpful cat comes along and fertilizes your garden for free, and you complain.
And now that he's marked your yard, he'll continue to 'bless' you.
Lucky man!
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