Saint Crispin’s Day? The difference is rather negligible. At least in Dusty’s mind, I’m sure.
So, I knew our cats loved it when we’d buy them those tiny little pots of wheat/cat-grass, and they’d mow it down to next to nothing. And so I was feeling somewhat industrious, and took some wood scraps, some extra soil, soaked some hard winter wheat berries, and voila. We have some very happy cats right now.
And since I’m posting videos and all that, how can you not have a soft spot for Commander Chris Hadfield: