Sprinkle some tobacco from a cigarette where you plant things you don’t want returned from the dead. Cats don’t like tobacco. Or mint.
Our late Agnes loved tobacco. Back when we occasionally had people smoke in the apartment, she would sneak the butts from the ashtray, or even cigarettes out of the pack, and hide them under the sofa.
And she was a calico, just like Shannon, so it seems like that could be bad luck! I hope I’ve outflanked her by planting the seeds in various places that she wasn’t already digging up, so maybe she won’t notice, especially if it rains like the forecast says. Tom is out doing the lawn finally. He had a hard time getting up today.