Angel: Mom thinks I am strange but we know she is. Every one in the family knows Mom can not grow plants. But Mom tries to have cat grass for us. You know how it turns out? It turns into hay, all brown and sweet! I love the hay!
Mom brought in some fresh green grass. It will start to wilt by the weekend and be hay next week. She follows the directions, but it just turns brown.
Thanks Mom, now put the flashy box away do I can graze.
Kirby: I am not so much int grass!