My Amaryllis
This is a mere image of the property that was destined to be mine, but of which I was deprived. My Keeper’s friend Janet offered our family this amaryllis, and my Keeper declined it, because she is so absurdly protective of me. Just because of a few emergency trips to the vet over a little thing like colitis, and really because she was so embarrassed when Dr. Comer retrieved a bit of palm leaf from within my perfect intestine during an IBD exploration, she will not have plants in our house. So Janet, my true friend and ally, raised my amaryllis for me and sent me a picture of it. I do not enjoy pictures; I enjoy eating plants. But you can enjoy the picture. Really, doesn’t it look good enough to eat?
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Yum. And pretty.
I would remind you, Sir, that you did nothing to intervene on my behalf when I was desperate to bring this yummy, pretty plant into our home.
I guess that explains the scratch marks on my leg I saw this morning. . . .
Funny, he was very sweet to me. He made a kitty burrito under the blanket next to me and didn’t start yowling for fresher food until 5:50 a.m. His vengeance is sometimes erratic–and he does know I open the cans.
Have you ever tried giving the Cat the leaves off the broccoli stems to satisfy his inner herbivore? My cat loves that. Of course, it might make him think that the dracaena, being of a similar color, is also his property.
Currently he is sniffing around the floor that I *just* vacuumed and is smacking on apparent crumbs. Yes, he loves food so much, he likes to pretend that he finds it everywhere he goes. ?
He needs to suppress his inner herbivore because he is a dedicated carnivore with a delicate system. He is supposed to have nothing but meat or fish–no carbs, no plants. We used to pick grass for him and he loved it, but he always had colitis. On his steady diet of Trader Joe’s Tuna Cat Food, his colitis has disappeared: a good thing. He can’t have everything he wants, but he does love his TJTCF.
I’m glad you’re able to vacuum–I mean, it’s not the coolest gig in the world, but your knees must be so much better!