The Kitty Jungle
Sunday, June 28th, 2009
We sometimes (ahem) let our lawn grow a little long, maybe like our hair. A couple of years ago we noticed that our cat Peaches really enjoyed hiding in the tall grass so we decided to leave a little patch under the cherry tree, facing the street.
Peaches napping in the jungle
What a hit! She naps there, and watches the birds go by, and the little kids on bikes, and the women jogging with their mondo baby strollers, and the occasional derelict (we have a few in Livingston, Montana) who crashes with a cigarette on our cement wall. Plus, the dogs walking by don’t even see her. What a bonus!
Our next door neighbor walked over the first summer and said, “Hey, I see you grew a kitty jungle!” and the name stuck. Most recently someone said, “Hey, you’ve got a terrarium!” I looked up terrarium, and our jungle doesn’t really fit the definition of a small, glass-enclosed natural area for frogs, but it’s pretty cute.
The jungle in full bloom
So, it’s that time of year again when the kitty jungle is in full bloom, and the cats bed down, and once again we wish we had a hammock and better porch furniture and better mosquito repellant, but all in all, we’re pretty darn happy too.
