Garden pests,they are so numerous. Aphids, slugs, vine weavil. Plant diseases, rust on your roses, black spot, clematis wilt. You could go on and on, but what about cats? Are they much maligned or are they the gardeners worst enemy.
We have enjoyed gardening for thirty years, even had the privilege of being winners in the Aberdeen in bloom competition, and you know this we have always had cats. Any damage done has been so trivial it has been deemed of no consequence.
Our first cat Tom Puss came into the family when Audra and Lana our daughters were toddlers. He was a big puss black with a white bib and white paws. Tom was very independent and the children loved him. When he was seven years old his health turned poor,and he started to take nose bleeds. It turned out he had a brain tumour and we had no option but to have him put down. We were all very upset, but we were now cat people, and within several months we had another kitten, Toby a ten week old seal point Siamese. Right from the start you could tell he was going to be a proper wee character. He was both affectionate and vicious, he loved to play and this is when he started his biting, playfully but at times he went over the top. He soon settled down and became a lovely pet. When he was six years old we moved to our present home, after a year sadly he was knocked down by a car and killed. We buried him in the garden. Feeling we could never replace him it was a little longer this time before we got Lindi our Abyssinian friend.
She was six months old and with fur like a wild rabbit, she was anything but wild, the most timid creature imaginable, a most beautiful cat. Visitors did not even know we had a cat, for if the doorbell rang she would disappear only to turn up about an hour after the intruder left. But she became so affectionate after a little time, but only if she had us to herself. Sadly she was also killed on the road, only consolation was she had a very happy but short life. It was too much we could not get another cat.
Well you guessed it, before to long We got Rudi, Faroe, and Casper all Burmese. Rudi we had for an amazing fourteen years, the other two, had much shorter lives. Rudi was an amazing creature a beautiful brown large Burmese boy. Incredibly gentle with claws and teeth like a mountain lion. By the time he was fourteen he had kidney disease and bad arthritis. He passed away peacefully in September 2003, so sadly missed, we buried him in his favourite spot in the garden.
We now have Purdee a lilac tortie Burmese. She is now two years old, and like the others enjoying a great life, hope it lasts longer than some. Are cats a pest to gardeners? Well you know what we feel.