With plenty of bare soil in evidence Titus the Cat and the neighbourhood moggies look upon the potager as a large litter tray, so every bit of soil preparation or planting has to be followed by erecting barriers of some description. It is a bore, but it’s the price you pay for having a cat. Mind you, this morning’s venture into the garden showed signs of badger or fox activity (holes dug in path, pots knocked over) so I may have to upgrade the barriers.
