Smudge. He’s a little perturbed. After being rolled upon, mauled, eaten, shredded and much loved, the catnip finally died last year. Smudge is sitting in the herb bed, right where it is supposed to be popping up it’s bright green spring shoots. I haven’t had a chance to plant a new batch yet. I think I’d better get busy.
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