Winter is setting in. We've already dipped into freezing range a couple of times at night, but my herbs are hanging in there. Actually, everything looks pretty good except the basil. The catnip and the mint are flourishing.
But tonight it's supposed to snow, and tomorrow is projected to be in the mid-twenties, so I figured it was about time to bring the pot in and see if I can save it for the winter. I put it up in my room on a plastic plate.
When I came into my room to go to bed, I found Puck sitting by the catnip side of the planter licking his chops. I tried to push him away from it, and he attacked my hand, missed, and fell over. Crazy stoner cat.