My poor spider plant (Chlorophytum comosum) never gets a break. While spending a holiday on my patio last June, it fell prey to a raging, foliage-shredding hail storm. It looked as though Freddy Kruger from Nightmare on Elm Street had attacked it. But the plant recovered admirably in my parlor over the winter, and, as you can see, it even gave birth to a dozen or more plantlets.
Now, however, chlorophytum has been discovered by Tiger, a rather frisky feline. Tiger refuses to play with any of the myriad toys we have purchased for her. She’s a creative soul who finds her own sources of amusement. And what could be more entertaining for a kitty than spider-plantlets that bob and weave when they are batted by playful paws? (Click the picture to see one of Tiger’s victims on the floor. )
I should count my blessings. There are, at last count, 184 plants in this house. Tiger has bothered only one.
I’m curious — do pets bother any of your plants?
On this topic of kitties, please click on “The Mean Kitty Song.” It’s an absolute masterpiece.