There is a war going on in my house.
I will concede that I have just lost a battle, but know that I am determined to win the war.
I had a beautiful wandering jew plant in my kitchen. It hung gracefully down the plant stand. Full and lush. Then it met Rocky, who strategically shredded it within days. Rocky was cunning too. He did his damage at night when he knew he wouldn't meet the fly swatter. I had to resort to the fly swatter when the water thing didn't work out in my favour.
I saved the few pieces of plant that I could. I'm starting to root them all over again. You can see the spider plant babies in the background were a casualty of war too.
After careful observation I determined that Rocky wanted two things -- one to play with the plant and two, to have the windowsill they were sitting on. See, the sunlight there is perfect for a napping kitten, unfortunately that's why it's the perfect place for my houseplants to flourish.
In the end, I conceded.
I moved plants around so that there was a napping space available. This is Rocky "hiding." He didn't know he'd beaten me yet.
I lost this one, but I resolved to stay firm on the "no cats at the table" rule!