Whatever...
Anyway, Mrs. NoC took a cutting from the rose, dunked it in rooting hormone and stuck it in some dirt. And it grew.
Along the way it was chewed in half by one of the kittiebeasts who thought it was a salad of some type, and the severed half was also dunked in rooting hormone and stuck in some dirt. To protect it from ravenous kittiebeasts it (and the other chunk) has taken up residence in my area where it can be kept behind a closed door if no one is in the room. If I am in the room I protect it (and the other plants also on the shelf) from the plant-munching hordes.
The effort has been successful and the poor abused, chewed, and decapitated rose has bloomed.
Tomorrow is Mother's Day. So for you Mother's in the crowd, here's a rose that has been through a lot. You know, something like a Mother.
And Mom, Happy Mother's Day.
I'll see you when I get Home...