Why in the world mom even tries growing plants in this house is beyond me. Why does she have plants, that to me, seem obvious should be for my enjoyment - but then yells at me every time I indulge?

And frankly, I’ve done such a number on them I not sure why she keeps them around…..

I’m not allowed outside. So these crappy plants are the next best thing. Well, today I got caught in the act of trimming the plants. I really don’t understand what the big deal is - I mean come on - look at that plant. She might as well just let me have my fun with it and save herself all the aggravation of shooing me away from it whenever she sees me munching down.

She yells things like, “Knock it off! You’re just going to throw it up later!”.

Well, yeah, that is the point, isn’t it?

Rumor has it she used to have a house full of plants years ago when they lived in Texas and had quite the green thumb.

Now that they have moved to Colorado, her green thumb seems have turned brown. I do believe watering the plants might help. I don’t see her doing it much, but I’m just a cat. What do I know? In the meantime, I have made myself the designated plant trimmer…..