The first of the Black Cherry tomatoes are ripening on the deck. We’re having grilled chicken salad for dinner tonight and tomatoes will be a star player. Yum!
Teddy Update
Teddy has been cooperating reluctantly with entering the trap to eat his wet food. Last night he turned his back on the whole thing and pouted for an hour — it might have looked like he was sleeping but I can tell when a cat is pissed off. There’s something about the angle of the ears that expresses disgust so eloquently.
I finally put a small amount of dry food near the door that he could eat while checking out the aroma of the wet stuff. It also helped that I upgraded the bait to the expensive canned chicken in sauce that he craves. I’d say that I’m winning but with cats you never know.
Tonight the food gets moved further inside the trap. The evil plan progresses….
What time are we eating?????
Stick to your guns, missy!
Isn’t it amazing how you can always tell a cat’s mood by how he wears his ears?
xo
Mmmm… tomatoes…
Carry on, O Ebil One.