Pest in the potting shed

1artur in plantsIf there is one thing that will be a guarantee to wind me up, it’s Artur insisting on snoozing on my plants in the potting shed.

He has boxes. He has fleece lined boxes. He has little nests of soft fleece. Old jumpers. Blankets.

But no. He has to climb all over my gaura seedlings and plonk himself down on my eragrostis grass trays.  It’s a good thing it’s Christmas and there is peace and goodwill to all men (and cats).  I could throttle the beast.