There was “an incident” this week. Being the kind
sucker soul I am, I made new catnip toys for the girls. I had an old tee shirt to use and I bought a fresh pack of catnip. Foolish me put the catnip on the kitchen table (where they never go at least when we can see them).
I later came downstairs to see some stoned cats with big smiles. That’s not good. There was a hole chewed in the bag and catnip all over the table and floor (and most likely the cats too).
Who did it? No one is talking. Eyes are dilated and there are big meowy giggles. Inspector Cateau took teeth impressions on the bag but was not willing to get them from the cats. Whoever did it had sharp razors in there. Since this never happened before, here is my vote.
All the stoned cats wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day. They hope you get some catnip too.