I have spent the whole of my “growing” life having to deal with Lulu (my cat that Rick hates) eating the tops off sweetcorn and bean seedlings. Here in the flat in Portugal I have a veranda that has double closing doors, so I can propogate everything we need and keep the cat out. Great.
I had literally turned my back for a second whilst wandering in and out potting on and this is what I came back to.
Living in a village has some advantages and quite a lot of disadvantages, I think I freaked out the local council workers screaming and throwing my cat down the stairs…she’s alright and we’ve kissed and made up