Before Effie’s dad deployed the weedeater in Effieland yesterday evening, Effie roamed the tall grass, stalking and pouncing on bugs, napping in the shade, and other important cat activities. Her grass-green eyes zero in on the tiniest bugs and the tastiest grass.
Category Archives: Effieland
I have to admit it wasn’t easy, holding Effie and holding my camera, composing the selfie, and tracking her squirms. . . .
Suspended between grapevine support logs in Effieland is a sturdy shelf, and on the shelf is perched a large flower pot, and the flower pot is filled with rich potting soil. Growing in the rich potting soil are the most tasty catnip leaves in the whole world. I know this only because Effie is a connoisseur of such things. I feed her a couple of leaves a day as a treat. I am fortunate to still have all my fingers.
The catnip leaves grow here
. . .and they go here.
Effie and her Dad, my dynamic duo, in front of a grape vine in Effieland
“When it’s ninety degrees in Effieland, I move my capital to the turf under a blackberry vine where sunflowers are also growing, and eat grasses. I like wild oats.” –Effie
Later in the summer, the amaranth will be as tall as the sunflowers. Effie loves it.
Effie gazes at the first Purple Oriental Poppy of the year, home grown in Effieland.