I’ve planted a few cuttings of catmint around the garden that have subsequently grown most enthusiastically. I thought maybe “catmint” was just a quirky name for the plant, but lately our cats have shown how much they love it.

Here is Rosie smooching the bush, and Tom acts similarly, then often sleeps for several hours underneath.

It apparently has a soothing effect, which will be helpful you would hope with fractious Rosie’s temper. This bush is at the end of the path near the cooking school. She is shut out when we are cooking in there, pleasing her not one jot. This is obviously how she calms her nerves.

All in all, it’s very amusing to watch. As I think I might have said before, at times this place is a circus.