Fig Leaves

Of late, the human has been finding fig leaves on the floor of the living room, where the poor neeglected fig tree lives in a west facing window. The human blamed herself, but in fact the problem is not neglect but rather active plant abuse. Just as she trained Cloud in art of water-spilling, Petunnia seems to have introduced Cyrrie to the joys of plant abuse! There he was, perched precariously on the thin wooden back of the Morris chair, standing up on 2 feet to swat energetically at the figs leaves, which fall after 2 or 3 good swats... And then, of course, he can stomp the leaves, chase them, bite them, etc. (Why is the human going on and on about having your own toys, etc.???)