I planted a wonderful variety as soon as the frost was past, but they really don't do much until the ground temp rises, so the tomatoes quickly outpaced them and monopolized the best garden spaces. Then Obie and Kross 'weeded' a whole bunch of the seedlings for me, which is to say they pulled them out of their planter(s), dropped them on the deck, and danced on them.
The lovely and gracious Rogue bought me a rectangular fiberglass planter (pictured) that I started many others in. Digging Dog™ decided that potting soil would work better spread all over the deck. Then the kittens decided that planter would work really well as a litter box. Neither is conducive to the growth of seedlings.
Finally, for some reason I cannot explain, half of the peppers that I thought were peppers are actually cock's combs. So I have half a dozen of those in the garden in spots I had kept free of tomatoes. And I have no idea what kind of peppers the half dozen surviving peppers plants will produce.
But I am undeterred*. Today I refilled the planter and devised a cunning , 2-level protective steel shield for it. The top, which is clearly visible, ought to convince Digging Dog™ that she has easier targets, like my comfrey bed, which is apparently a really nice place to nap. But beneath that is a bit of steel fencing with 8 or 9 pokey-proddy wires of different lengths sticking up in various directions, which I hope will convince the kittens to go crap somewhere else. Then I planted three dozen peppers seed of a dozen varieties in it. If any sprout, they'll get replanted into beer cups and eventually the beds, and we may get peppers after all.
If not, there's always next year. I'll start them indoors to avoid animal problems. I already have my seeds.
* Or as my wife puts it, insufferably stubborn.