Imagine a stooped figure in the yard clipping what passes as grass in a northern European winter.
Even in England, home of the eccentric, you'd find neighbors peeking over the fence to get a better look.
That same scene in Germany may be outright weird unless, of course, you are the one doing the clipping because you know the purpose.
The cats want their greens.
They ask for it, and if you know cats, you understand why someone would be out there pushing aside snow like a hungry deer.
The grass in the yard is not fancy, no soft kitty grass, no yummy delicate shoots but they love it.
They assemble in the kitchen as soon as the plate is picked up. They watch the few dried leaves from yesterday get dumped in the compost bin.
When the day's crop comes in, they start to circle the bearer of the plate and as soon as the plate is back on the floor, they sit down, take a quick sniff and munch their greens.
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