My cats love catnip. It’s like crack cocaine for cats. Fortunately, it’s legal in my state. Don’t worry. They don’t inhale.
After weeks of endless discussion, finger-pointing and fruitless promises, I made new catnip mousies.
The opened catnip jar brought them all to the kitchen. (It works like bacon does with people. Start to cook it and people you don’t know come out of the woodwork! It’s almost as good at finding old relatives as winning the lottery.)
There was discussion on how much catnip to put in each packet. It was a loud discussion. Paws waved, ears flattened, chins flapped, tails…well they swished. Very hard swishes that stung! I had to wrestle the catnip container out of some pesky paws.
At the end of the day everyone was happy and I got to check something off my list.
As my blogger friend at Universal Musings reminded me, catnip is a gateway drug…slippery slope and all that. We are way beyond that.
I have slobbery bags lying all over the house. (Note to perspective visitors: If you see a soggy looking square of cloth, steer clear! Do not touch! Don’t trip over the dazed cats either.)