The Freak of Nature veggie garden is looking like I sowed it after one too many cocktails.

A row of onions takes a twisty turn into an odd patch of arugula. A cluster of beets has befriended a little lost carrot.

This is the Spring of our Discontent. Every vegetable gardener I know has a literal and figurative raincloud over their head.

I haven't fared any better. But if the weather isn't enough I have this guy to contend with.

He and his gang of feline friends have been having a field day in my raised beds. Every day I come home from work to find mounds and holes where there should be level soil. They are the ones responsible for my serpentine rows, bare ground and vegetable clusters needing crowd control.

Here's what's left of what should be a whole row of lettuce:

Of course, some seeds (edamame for sure) just never made an appearance. Can't blame kitty for that.

Last weekend I resowed seeds and transplanted basil and lettuce into the raised beds. Here's the pathetic attempt I've made to keep the cats out:

I so need some hog wire. And sun.