Humans have a passion for these black bins in their
gardens. They put ‘waste’ into it and after a while, warm and crumbly
compost comes out of the bottom.
Now,
I love lying on a pile of fresh, warm compost as much as the next but
they are literally putting food in it! I mean, why? There’s a perfectly
good belly here, crying out for it.
I’ve
tried everything from staring to whining. Sure, they throw me a crunchy
broccoli stalk now and again but there is so much more going into this
other bin.
I’m
taking matters into my own paws and I’ve seen where they put it for
transportation. A small pail sits by the front door until it’s
gloriously filled with delicious treats.
