hunnymonster said:Cats are vermin, no wonder the superstitious mediaeval types thought they were Witches' Familiars... I'm not superstitious at all, but the best thing I ever introduced to my garden is Albert the greyhound. No more cat shit all over the garden, so saves me flinging it back to the owner's garden (and yes I did it on more than one occasion - without bothering to check if they were in the garden at the time).
Wheelie-bin-cat-woman should get a medal for saving the surrounding houses from the menace of cat shit.
Dermot O'Logical said:Well, unless you've supplied Albert the greyhound with a butt-plug, surely you still have an excrement-related issue to deal with?
Or do you just wait for a frosty morning and get the pitching wedge out?
hunnymonster said:Dermot O'Logical said:Well, unless you've supplied Albert the greyhound with a butt-plug, surely you still have an excrement-related issue to deal with?
Or do you just wait for a frosty morning and get the pitching wedge out?
But clever dog Albert, defaecates in the same area - so it's in an area where I expect it to be...
I've been known to let them dehydrate and use the lawnmower to hoover them up :lol: