Fibermania

Cat vs. Mouse

The Pops was born in 1989, dropped and abandoned by his teenage mother, Schnuppe. I found him under a hosta leaf the next day, looking like a muddy mouse. He of course survived and lived happily every after, never missing a meal.

Now as a retiree, which he takes very seriously, he has sworn off doing anything. He doesn't hear very well (stone deaf) and when he sees something scampering across the floor, he notes it for further reference, but goes right back to sleep. Hence, the triumph of our tiny mousie.

We didn't want to insult him by stating that he let us down by not capturing the mouse. He would have, could have, but you know...he's retired.

My retirement seems to be a lot more work than my job used to be.

We have decided that this area of our west side yard is going to be a patio. It might as well be, because it got flattened forever when the workmen built the retaining wall.

This area never got even a single weed to grow after they left last summer. Dave has been bringing rocks up above this wall to hold back erosion and has been talking about planting something with deep roots to keep the soil in place. What soil? It is totally clay and sand.

I decided to take matters into my own hands and plant something above the wall. Having ordered six pampas grasses for our Christmas present, I already had these plants handy. I dug $25 holes for $4 plants.

Since the 'soil' is poor, I filled each hole with composted cow manure (black gold, sigh) and then planted three white and three pink Pampas grass plants.

Here's hoping they like their new home and grow up to be big and strong.