Maggie likes to chew on the remnants of this Peace Lily. It tried to die last year after the heat got to it (Dad put it outside to water it real good, then forgot to bring it in), but then it showed signs of coming back, so now it looks really sad, but has new growth and Dad can't get rid of it. Plus, Maggie likes to play around it.
For some reason Maggie decided to curl up in the dirt and sleep in the plant.
Just so long as she doesn't confuse it with a litter box, I guess it's OK.