I mentioned that Bryan bought some cat grass for my girls, in an attempt to win their affections. Very sweet. In the end, Calpurnia was indifferent (although Flora is still utterly enamored of Bryan, cat grass or no cat grass) and Nellie's cat Daisy went nuts for the tasty new treat.
But it may be a bit too fibrous.
As Melissa reported Sunday night, after I relocated the cat grass to my room, I found a turd in the middle of my bedroom floor. With little strands of grass sticking out of it.
This morning? Turd under the kitchen table.
Anyone want to come to dinner at my house? Didn't think so.
(Maybe I'm lucky. This dude once found a cat turd on his keyboard.)