Nikole was a touch late in creating her terrace last year.
She went to the neighborhood nursery to get some spices for her earthenware pots, but the only solid-looking plant remaining was catnip.
She established several pots of it and anticipated that nothing should occur. Then the felines came.
«Not long after establishing it, I heard a little upheaval outside one morning. I glanced through the window, and there was a huge dark-striped feline up wavering.
He’d figured out how to thump one of the pots of catnip down when he was pursuing it.»
The old dark-striped cat, whom Byrne nicknamed Mister, kept on visiting the deck each. While the more youthful felines were glad to communicate with Byrne, Mister stayed standoffish.
Even though the kittens were cute, Byrne realized they needed more than snacks and toys, so she contacted a local feline organization.
In just a year, Byrne has aided a variety of felines in her community, all thanks to a couple of pots of catnip.
