The Pilgrim’s Pots and Pans

Oh no, we’re not cooking her but this little kitty deserves a month of eating bland food for what she has done. By herself, she chewed my basil plant to its untimely demise. I don’t know if I should be amused or annoyed that a cat who lives with me has such unusual predilections. My college roommate Bea was amused (rough translation of our chat):

Karen: My basil plant was devoured by the cat.
Bea: Devoured? They eat basil????
Karen: Ay yes, well… by the great Tinee, who was caught several times. Well, you know my cats.
Bea: Gourmet???? Gee, makes me want to get a pet
Karen: Hahahaha! Tinee’s the worst! At first I thought the plant was sick because some of the leaves were dry. There were no aphids, none of the usual pests. Then I saw torn leaves but they looked healthy, no bugs. Some of the leaves were intact, not torn off but had incisions in the middle, as if something sharp cut through them.
Bea: What did Tinee do? She was eating the leaves?
Karen: Oh, then I caught her myself chewing on the leaves, really enjoying herself, like eating a salad. Turns out my auntie caught her several times too.
Bea: Can’t blame the cat. Good taste! Your fault Karen. You let the cat get used to it.
Karen: Hehehe! What, trained her tastebuds?

Indeed felines like to eat grass now and then. Oh, but Tinee? What a cat! There are other herbs in our garden - oregano, chives and I don’t know what else. Why oh why does she have to pick on the only basil plant I have? And it’s so difficult growing the herb in a water-logged area. Oh well, she must’ve imbibed my penchant for tomato-basil sauces. :cat: