I love cats. Much to the chagrin of my father and my sister, and probably a lot of other people, I adore the sweet, fuzzy little creatures. But there is something about cats that I severely detest....their tendency to use freshly tilled dirt as their bathroom of choice. Today The Cat has once again used my lil' garden as his litterbox, successfully dug up a section of my snapdragon seeds, and left proud, wee footsteps to mark his trail.
This means war.