Today D and me spent five hours at plot 11. I am rapidly losing love for plot 11. It is getting so tiresome, the grass is already up to my knees and all the beds need weeding. Staying on top of two plots sometimes takes up most of our weekends. I am seriously thinking of giving it up. We have paid up until October, so will have to give it some real consideration then.
Today we weeded two of the beds. In one of the beds I planted the tangled scarlet runner beans. Whilst doing this we started hearing meowing. That silly cat, no not Beryl the allotment cat, a different cat started meowing. Previous to today, this black cat had meowed and we thought it was trapped in the yellow submarine shed. So I opened the door, hoping the cat would walk out. It was not in the shed at all, just beside it. So again, today it was meowing, I ignored it as I could see it was sunbathing in the sun. Then from the corner of my eye, whilst weeding I saw a little kitten head poke out from the bottom of the shed, I yelled out loud to let D know what I had just seen. He hurried over just as excited as me. Upon investigation further, we realised why this cat was meowing a lot more than usual and why she had become so territorial around the plot, she had three kittens under the shed.
I was tempted to take one of the kittens home, but hesitated. Is it right to take a kitten from its mother in these circumstances?