Robert isn’t just chilling in the plants — he’s acting like he’s the guardian of the greenhouse, the overlord of all things leafy and dramatic. Look at him: those bright green eyes are basically saying, “Yes, Evie, I AM fabulous, and no, you may not sit here. This foliage is all mine.”
He’s posed like he’s about to drop the greatest plot twist of the century — a cat who knows exactly where you hid the treats, the cat-nip banana, and your self-respect. And what’s with the doll in the pot? Robert doesn’t care. Robert didn’t ask. Robert has accepted that life is weird, and he’s here for every last drop of it. To him, those swirling leaves and neon yellows aren’t background — they’re a cinematic entrance. He looks like he’s about to monologue directly to any human that passes and we should all know exactly what he’s talking about.
This portrait captures Robert at peak drama: part houseplant gremlin, part forest deity, and partly to remind me who’s the real star of this entire website.
Robert isn’t just chilling in the plants — he’s acting like he’s the guardian of the greenhouse, the overlord of all things leafy and dramatic. Look at him: those bright green eyes are basically saying, “Yes, Evie, I AM fabulous, and no, you may not sit here. This foliage is all mine.”
He’s posed like he’s about to drop the greatest plot twist of the century — a cat who knows exactly where you hid the treats, the cat-nip banana, and your self-respect. And what’s with the doll in the pot? Robert doesn’t care. Robert didn’t ask. Robert has accepted that life is weird, and he’s here for every last drop of it. To him, those swirling leaves and neon yellows aren’t background — they’re a cinematic entrance. He looks like he’s about to monologue directly to any human that passes and we should all know exactly what he’s talking about.
This portrait captures Robert at peak drama: part houseplant gremlin, part forest deity, and partly to remind me who’s the real star of this entire website.
