My cat doesn't get along with the neighborhood orange cat. I think it's quite funny that Slo-Mo Kitty (our name for the marmalade beastie) feels sufficiently sidelined that s/he literally perches on the side of the rail.
Sisco (our cat) has taken to sleeping, by Gill's report, pushed back under the irises in the corner of the patio. In addition, some creature has twice dug up a new plant (calladium? something like that), and it or something else has crunched numerous tall spikes in the shade garden. It appears that I'm the only thing targeting the gooseneck loosestrife, which tried this spring to take over the poppy spot. I want to give spadefuls of it to Helen, whose sparse garden needs a marauder!
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