Wed 3rd May: My garden at Grandad's
Cato:
When we go and stay with G&G I get to have a whole new big garden, and to supervise Grandad when he does plant stuff. Although sometimes he doesn't do stuff like he should.
Mum says I shouldn't be so bossy. But it is hard not to be when I see Grandad doing stuff that is wrong.
This is him on the bald bit. It is good for peeing and pooing, but he is fussing with it, and keeps digging holes and filling them with plants. I don't mind the holes, but why does he want to put plants in them? He says it is a new flower bed, but he has enough flowers already.
This is our door. Mum leaves the slidey thing open for me and Tara to go on patrol. Only Tara had to squeak and whine to ask Mum to open the slide more. Cos she is fat.
That bit of carpet is down cos Tara doesn't really understand about doors. She is good with catflaps, but not doors. And last time we stayed at G&G's she pooed inside the door, cos she didn't ask for the door to be opened. So she is silly AND fat.
This is my 'Tara is silly, isn't she?' face.
See? Nice holes and sniffy stuff wot I am inspecting. And then there are plants appearing.
This is me coming to tell Grandad he is doing it wrong.
Mum says this is a Ceanothus
I widdled on that plant. Grandad and I had a bit of a chat about it. But he shouldn't have left it there, should he? Black plant pots need widdling on. They just do.
This place is GREAT. There are so many sniffs. Grandad told me about compost and stuff, but he wasn't listening to me when I showed him all the sniffs. He says that compost needs to be messy, or it doesn't work properly. I like compost. There are bugs and worms and beetles and crawley things. And I like widdling on those brick things too.
This is called Tamarisk. Grandad says. He and Grandma are usually on holiday when the Tamarisk flowers, so they haven't seen it for ages. But they did this time. And we are on holiday too. So we get to see it too.
Tara likes this garden cos there is lots of PINK in it.
That is the Tamarisk again. The tall frilly thing at the back. Sorry it is lying on its side. That is Mum piccing sideways.
This is Broom. It is a bit stinky, so I would like Grandad to take it away. It made me snuffle.
and this is from our slidey door again. With the Tamarisk frilling in the middle.
I'm not allowed to go in the Front Garden, cos of the road. I wouldn't mind the road, but Mum says 'No Cato, too dangerous.' I bet it is sniffy out there though.
Mum took some pics of Grandad's front garden for you.
Mum says maybe we can go out there next time, if I have her on a lead, to be safe. I will remind her.
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