I Wish I had This Problem…
August 4th 2011 21:00
As a new home owner, I now read Domain, the Sydney Morning Herald’s property section, each week to get the goss on the Sydney property market. I also like reading the problem letters. Last Saturday’s edition had a scorcher of a problem: how does one tell their neighbour that their cat is doing poos in their yard? The agony aunt’s suggestions included cat-proofing the backyard by putting mulch or pebbles on the garden-bed or keeping plants such as lavender to repel the cat or gently letting the owner know what the cat has been up to. This is my suggestion: deal with it.
I am so moggy deprived right now I could easily live with a cat turd or two if it meant I was getting some feline company. But seriously, I know exactly what the complainant is going through; the smell of cat turds or cat p*ss for that matter is not pleasant. I remember how Robert, some unknown person’s Persian, would hang out in our garden. I remember how she would kick the dirt before doing her business. She would then kick the dirt back over it, only for her deposits to be discovered when my father was doing the gardening. He would complain about the stench but apart from that, didn’t do anything about it. He didn’t even seem to mind Robert hanging around.
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