A friend stops by with a gift of a stunning orchid. My naughty cat, Acer, immediately jumps on the kitchen table, and I swat him away. He lies on the couch, glaring unhappily as we talk. Gorgeous flower bouquets have come my way, been lavishly admired, then sent home with others to enjoy without cat destruction.
But the orchid is so stunningly beautiful I want to keep her. Later, I set this flower on the bathroom counter and shut the door. Acer is still sulking on the couch, paws stretched out before him, the epitome of cat depression, really hamming it up for my youngest daughter who mollifies him with kitty treats.
The cat and I: we are at odds. This morning, I let him into the bathroom. He sits on the counter, hungry to the core of his being to shred these velvety petals. In this new cancer world, my constant checking of time — my furious need to get stuff done — has instantly vanished. The mock orange outside the window sways in the breeze. Mid-November, this gloom is as much brightness as we’re going to get today.
Acer has no need to explain his position to me; his furriness is tense with desire. I pet his head and explain my infatuation with the orchid, which doubtlessly Acer dismisses as a weak case. And the orchid herself? Surely she wants to keep her own amazing life, both svelte and voluptuous.
The outcome is nearly certain. I’ll have to let her go. But for now, the house is warming with the wood stove, daughter sleeping upstairs, and — accusations of cat injustice be damned — just the right amount of ethical challenge and beauty, for ten minutes or so.
Stony Soil Vermont 
It is a beauty.
I know!
The orchid is gorgeous. We don’t keep flowers long in our house either…to many toxins for kitties who like to nibble. But I’m glad folks are circling around you and providing some comfort and help.
There is a side benefit for flower adopters.
They don’t like change, that’s for sure. This cat story might give you a chuckle.
Years ago, there was a painting that my husband wanted at his mother’s house. Although he was around 45 at the time, she told him he wasn’t old enough to take care of the painting because it had some value. Well, one day, she was downsizing and she gave him the painting and he proudly brought it home. We needed to figure out where to hang it (I never liked it, a hunting scene) so we covered it with a sheet and went to bed. In the morning, we were dismayed to see that the cat had other ideas about this intrusion in his space. He removed the sheet and swiped the painting, leaving two large gashes through the canvas.
The first thing I said was “My god, we really aren’t old enough to have nice things!
We brought it to the Clark Museum in Williamstown, Mass., where there is a very good conservation department and they repaired the painting and cleaned it. It was far more expensive than we imagined, but you can’t tell where the damage was done. MIL never guessed what happened.
I love this story! And your solution. Not to mention, I’m also a great lover of the Clark.
The lovely orchid is facing a great nemesis. May she win the war. 🌷
I believe rehoming is in her future….