I've been smug.
Over the past few weeks, I've watched, as George the Cat has prowled around the base of the growing shelves. I've witnessed him climb up on the windowsill and sniff forlornly at the chicken wire separating him from his own personal Garden of Edan. I've seen the gears working in his little kitty brain as he tried to figure a way past the barricade. After all of this, I have smiled, content in the knowledge that I have finally bested my foe.
Until this morning.
While checking my email, I happened to glance over and notice that the scallions looked mauled. "Inconceivable!" I thought to myself as I checked for weak spots in the parameter of my seedling fortress. There was no cat hair, no footprints, no signs that he had been past the chicken wire at all.
I pulled the flat out to see how much damage had actually been done and that's when it hit me. Little kitty paws are just the right size for slipping through chicken wire and pulling out scallion seedlings. The clump of dirt on the shelf and the limited range of destruction confirmed my suspicious.
Hubris, my friends. Hubris. You've won this round, George.
2 comments:
Oh no, I'm so sorry. George is a bit sneaky eh.
Ouch! Me thinks it's time for stiffer mesh with smaller holes than chicken wire. Although not always easy to bend like chicken wire, careful use of tin-snips and some duct tape/gaffer tape should see the human-cat balance restored in our favour. The fate of humanity lies with your opposable thumbs and prefrontal cortex!
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