The ‘Rillas are rather uninteresting to Tristan these days.
But when the spider plant was in there, it was like a cat magnet.
He’d leap at it and try to work out in his echoing skull how to get to it.
Heck, even the lovebird joined in, she flew out of her cage -ack when she could still fly- and landed in the spiderplant.
Then she shrieked, yicked, and “beaked” at me when I tried to get her out of her chosen nesting spot.
Spiderplant now sits in the dining room where only Rags messes with it.
Oddly, the outdoor cats don’t care much about the spiderplant.
Fixed it.