I'd like to introduce you to my beautiful bouquet of roses:
But what I see as a beautiful bouquet of roses belonging to me, Sir Plum sees as a lovely salad belonging to him. He sees the flower below and thinks: yum! And: dessert!
I thus have to keep said beautiful bouquet in a place high on the top of my secretary cabinet. For if I move it to a lower spot on the counter, this is what happens:
And then this:
Which causes me to get out Plum's arch-nemesis:
To prevent this from happening:
Then follows a series of jump-bite-squirt-jump off. Jump-squirt!-jump-off. Ju-squirt!-jump-off. J-squirt!-turn in mid air and land. Then a lot of meowing and woe is me-ing and angry squawks from the purple cat. Meanwhile this occurs:
But Dorothy has no idea why Plum finds the roses intriguing and/or edible. They are not meaty! They aren't even as tasty as Dorothy's new favorite treasures -- half-smushed, stinky gingkos found under the gingko trees on the streets.
And from a nearby nook, another household member watches the commotion:
Cue ominous organ music: