First Harris pretended to be napping.
But these roses smelled really good.
He had to sniff them.
Then he wanted to eat them. The whole time, I kept saying, "No! Stop that! Don't eat the flowers! We talked about this! No, Harris!"
Harris doesn't like to be bossed. Look at this face:
But I kept at it. It wasn't just to save the roses. Roses can make cats sick. (I learned this the hard way about 30 years ago, when I had an indoor rosebush, a severely ill cat, and a vet who was baffled by Truffalo's seemingly incurable diarrhea.)
I told Harris it was for his own good. He still wasn't happy.
But he prides himself on being our most perfect cat. So he settled down.