Yep, spring has sprung. The day before the mulberry tree started putting out leaves in earnest, I woke up to the sound of crickets outside the bedroom window. The mint has once again defied predictions of "I think I really killed it this time", and even the sage managed to survive the "It's dead, so no point in watering it."
The cats have gone from complaining that a closed garage door is an abomination unto Bast, but hurriedly changing their minds upon it being cracked, to wanting to spend hours in there. I was a little stymied - after all, we didn't change much over the winter (it's cold in there.) And there's no kibble in there, and Ashbutt tends to orbit the food dish like a growing kitten.
Did I mention the crickets are back? Ashbutt brought one back in from the garage to share with us, but when we weren't interested enough, he had the crunchy snack himself.
*sigh*
when the jar-o-flies hatch [cicadas] the cats who can catch them crunch and munch them.
ReplyDeleteCrickets often have intestinal worms that love a cat's gut. If you can't keep Ashbutt away from the moving crunchies you might want to check for worms in her stool.
ReplyDeleteDeborah - if we get cicadas here, I bet the cats will be going crazy for 'em!
ReplyDeleteGaffer - good to know, I'll keep an eye out when doing the daily clean of the catbox.