Introducing the late lamented Jackie T
who after a sex-change operation reigned as Jack T
until sadly he died in October 2010.
Tits never did nest in his brassiere.
Regular readers of my blog will know of my war on cats;
not only because my garden has on occasion felt like
Cat Shit Central, but because of my love for our garden birds.
This year has been particularly bad due to the visits of a variety of
mangy looking critters of the feline kind.
Don't get me wrong I don't hate cats, I just
hate harvesting cat shit instead of carrots.
Last year I thought I'll buy a high velocity
water pistol to shoot up the obvious bulls eye that presents itself
as they depart the plot!
A cunning plan, I sent off for this harmless
deterrent, happy in the knowledge that no cats would be hurt in
the making of this cat-free zone.
What I soon found out is that in order to pressurise the water
you have to pump the frigging thing up,
by which time the sodding cats are three counties away.
This year, after much thought and not a little money,
I decided to get real and determinedly deter.
Enter the ScareCrow...
a magical device that on movement across a wide area
sprays a huge shot of water.
Trouble is I've never seen it in action...
although since its arrival I haven't seen sign of pussy.