Despite the Cat, Tomatoes

J, the oldest of my three cats, doesn't listen. When the squirrels and the possum began eating the green tomatoes, I charged J with keeping the wild animals away. Nevertheless, the other night I went on the back porch and there sat J in my chair with a possum underneath feasting on a freshly stolen tomato. Treacherous cat!

Still, regardless of the cat, the squirrels, and the possum, Ann and I are picking ripe tomatoes. Not enough for the 2Rio Salsa I had hoped for, but enough to have fresh tomatoes at hand for sandwiches and salads or just for eating plain. Next year I'm planning to surround the plants in some sort of screen mesh. Maybe that way I can improve the critter-human ration of tomatoes.