Messing About
How can the human tell when AreToo has been digging up the poor shrimp plant again? Is it the dirt on his paws? The sweet earthy smell of the potting soil?? Or...
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Is it entirely a coincidence that it's a SHRIMP plant??
Mon Cher Lizzy,
Allow me to introduce myself. I am a graduate student in Botany at a university in France, celebrated in the Middle Ages but sort of a has-been place since then (alas, I'll take what I can get). No use Googling me, Lizzy, because I am using a peusedonym...you know, reputation and things like that...I can't be caught surfing or doing similar pedestrian activities.
I also am a cat lover, which is why I read your enchanting blog. (By the way, I toast the compassion evinced in adopting those delightful kittens. Bully for you, Lizzy! Bully!)
You should know, Lizzie, that "shrimp plants" are several genera in the family Acanthaceae. They love to be propogated vegetatively, so your frisky cat was only doing it a service by digging it up. Just take the broken pieces and plant them in salubrious, wet soil, safe from feline felicituosness, and they will do the rest all by themselves.
I learned this arcane information by spending lovely hours in the conservatory, where the pests were fellow students and children, not cats. A poor child who (like Jean Luc Piccard) grew up in a vinyard, I've never been to the tropics, but at night I dreamed of the scented Acanthaceae growing by a chortling river, somewhere in the wildlands of Central America or the Amazon. Perhaps I will go there someday. Perhaps soon...
Your admirer,
Ghilly Duchasse
Thank you, Ghilly - I appreciate the moral support even though I am now, alas, officially the Crazy Cat Lady... :)
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