So ... Leanne and I adopted the most amazing kitty last Saturday. He is a manx breed - what I have deemed a cross between a bobcat and a bunny rabbit ... photos to come soon - who apparently was a feral alley cat turned shelter inmate before we brought him home. We knew he was the right one because he rolled over in his cage and let Leanne pet his belly within minutes of meeting him. Anyway, so I am cleaning his cat box the other day (something I surprisingly have never had to do in my life), using one of those scoops with the slits so the litter falls through, and I couldn't help from flashing back to preschool ... where I apparently was given a similar "shovel" and told to sit in the sandbox to sift for treasure. I recall finding marbles, army men, hotwheels ... this recent endeavor only awarded me with clumps of poo.
On to the point ... there is a feral street cat that appears in our yard from time to time. I just discovered the other day that he has decided to use our garden as a nice place to dig and poo. I was initially annoyed (figuring he/she would disrupt my seedlings), but soon remembered that the cycle of biological matter needs integration. It is only natural that the cat waste will break down and create (I hope!) a compost to help keep my soil strong and healthy.
Happy Thursday!
-Paul
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