Because the cats think they're fancy and believe they deserve to defecate only in the finest Welsh slate, which would be some fricking expensive litter. But I don't understand how the slugs became mouldy.
Pretending to garden in a decked and concreted yard is my new favourite hobby; far superior to doing the laundry and tidying the house hobbies. Tidying the plant pots is much more mucky and rewarding, although the poor plants aren't necessarily benefiting as much as they could, because, as it goes, I'm not to good at defending their honour against marauding slugs and quenching their thirst so that they may thrive and blossom.
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