Remember the ginger? No, not the ginger cats who are my marmalade brothers. I'm talking 'bout the ginger plant my peep put in the family room right between the window sill and that big old chunk of wood called an armoire. You know, the big plant that was always getting in our way. Well, let's just say that the ginger has seen better days. Hehehe...
First of all, my sister Tobias found that she could, in fact, jump from the window sill to the armoire. It wasn't an easy task but it was possible. Sometimes, a stem or a few leaves took a lickin' or two but that was okay. A cat has gotta do what a cat has gotta do. Don't you think?
Secondly, the plant had a problem. Yes it was a problem but that's another issue for another day. It also had a problem... a drinking problem. And the problem was getting way out of hand. The plant was demanding to be watered - heavily - every, single day. Now, I don't water plants. I just don't. That's not my job. So, the watering was all left up to the peep. And rightly so, since it was her plant. For me, it was just a nuisance.
Thing is, with the arrival of spring and all, and all the work needing to be done outside in my garden, the peep just plum forgot. Forgot about watering that ol' plant. It didn't take long before the plant started to complain. But plants don't do the complaining thing very well. When I complain, everyone knows... and I'm talking everyone. But plants... they don't have a lot of vocalisation skills, I guess. Instead of hollering to the hills - which is what I would do if my fountain wasn't filled to the brim - they just sit back and quietly wither away. My gosh, plants are even sillier than peeps! Who would have known?
The peep thinks she can bring the ginger back to life and that's okay, I guess. She says it has gone dormant, or something silly like that. Looks more like dead to me. But, if she is right and can get the thing to recover, it should take a bit of time, I would think. It can take as long as it likes. It's not in my way now. Not in the middle of the road between the window sill and the armoire chunk of wood thingy and that's just great. We have a clear jumping path and that's fantastic, as far as I'm concerned.
So for now, let's just say... the ginger has seen better days.