A slick little striped, collared kitty just wandered into our yard for a lick at the catnip. He then walked right up past our side sliding door, saw us watching him, and was gone. Farley didn’t know what to think.
(Makes me wonder, though…our yard must smell like dog. Why would a cat wander into a yard that smelled like dog? Would Farley wander into another yard that smelled like someone else’s dog?)
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Amy Urquhart is the writer of Playing in the Dirt. Amy grows flowers, herbs and vegetables in her large suburban back yard garden in Bowmanville, Ontario, Canada, while her two-year-old son plays in the dirt nearby. Amy is always on the lookout for plant deals in her neighbourhood. All content copyright Amy Urquhart.
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