I’ve noticed our cat, Fritz, getting into more fights lately.
We thought at first it was because we’d rebuilt a fence backing up to our alley, which he doesn’t climb well but neighbors’ cats can get over with relative ease. Maybe that makes him a little cranky and he kicks into protector mode.
We often forget, however, the volume of wild (?) catnip growing in and around our yard – even in the winter. We call it kitty weed. I think the feline guests know that’s what it is, too.
Maybe the last homeowners planted it to get some four-legged traffic in the yard.
But what they may not have intended was causing trouble in the neighborhood.
After the latest bout between Fritzy and an uninvited guest this evening and a little snooping into where that noisy, howling battle took place, it occurred to me his visitors may be coming for companionship, but more likely for the kitty weed.
True story: This is now the second cat we have that has gotten hooked on weed. We accidentally detoxed our last cat – a story for another post, perhaps.
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I so enjoy the way you roll into stories that are so comfortable to read with such quiet and knowing observation… guess many have been tempted ‘by kitty weed”… and many have growled at intruders:)
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