new cat behavior

::purrrr::

Welcome back to my garden.  I can't actively manage my garden or snoopervise my dad because I've had some issues.  I can only look out the window.  Turns out that this year has been horrible for fleas...or as one of my furriends put it, a very good year for fleas and a bad year for kitties like me who are severely allergic to their bites.  All it takes is one of those little beasts and I chew and scratch myself raw.

I went to the v-e-t and they gave me a shot of antibiotics and I'm back on my prednisone pills.  They also shaved my furs off so I have a very "interesting" fur-do.  My mom and dad won't let me go outside, even if I have Garden Society business to tend.

Mom and dad are going to have to be aggressive in fighting the little flea monsters to protect me.  I'm sweet.  I must taste good to them.

I had to give dad specific instructions for gardening this weekend.  He had to go and find all of the vegetables that are still clinging on for dear life out there.  He did a good job and found the remaining green bell peppers.   

Figaro's momma was out in the garden enjoying our late harvest nip.  She said she'd be willing to help out since I can't be outside.  She's a member of the Society of Feline Gardeners as well, but she doesn't blog.

She helped mom find 9 wee little raspberries.  She butted mom's hand with her head and told mom to bring the berries directly to me.  Mom obeyed.

Thanks mom!  You can take the cat out of the garden, but you can't take the garden out of the cat!

Please leave a link.  It will make me purr if my furriends are able to get in their gardens this week.