Fraud-the-cat has been into the garden again: Hissing at the rotten tomatoes,
tugging at my raspberries, ripping the string beans to pieces as they dangle, helpless, from their trellis. Fraud sways down a row of lettuce,
rolls in an overripe eggplant and heads for my legs thinking she will wind herself along my ankles like a Boa Constrictor. 
Why, you ask? What possesses said feline with such odd behavior?
The patch of catnip issued by the cook-who-loves-cats. Catnip is in full bloom….and so is Fraud.
Witness:
Chow.
