Mister Smitty sleeps in the window boxes!
He likes the dirt feel and the edging – like a bed – that his fluffiness gets to lie up against for warmth and protection.
(Don’t ask the arugula that’s being crushed by his massive stomachs what they think about the Smitty’s new habit)
But this, too, shall pass, little lettuces!
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