Around the time my human was planning my Super Cat No-Football Sunday party, she got a fresh, bushy catnip plant from the pet store.
By the end of March, this is what it looked like.
The poor thing was dying by degrees. This is the fate of most plants that fall into the hands of my human.
I don’t know how she does it. Keeping a catnip plant alive is not all that complicated!
It’s still tasty, though!
In a last ditch effort, my human decided to put it in one of the built-in planters outside, in hopes that if she ignores it, it will come back to life.
She used a spoon to dig the hole! She says she has a trowel “somewhere,” but she does not know where that somewhere is.
I did not think this gardening post deserved the Society of Feline Gardeners badge — I did not want to embarrass the real gardening cats!