Party at Our Place
Last weekend, one of our friends brought over some catnip that she assured us was particularly potent. Minx and Magnus each got a small sample, and I put it back in the gift bag and, I admit, forgot about it. (I do have one or two other things on my mind right now.)
The boys, however, did not forget about it. Normally, they’re not jumpers, but just because they choose not to doesn’t mean that they can’t.
Fiancé and I came home after a long evening of errand running and were greeted at the door by Magnus…who had small green flakes of something clinging to his fur. All of the green plants in the house are fake, so my first thought was to check the kitchen herb-and-spice rack. I’ve never caught him on the kitchen counter, but I’m not convinced that the leap is beyond him. Nothing was out of place, however.
Minx then came up to me, purring like a newly-repaired Italian sportscar. He also had small green flakes of something in his fur. I went into the living room and saw a four-foot diameter scatter of small green flakes, and a gift bag tipped on its side on the floor.
Sure enough, both cats’ pupils were blown open such that there was just a tiny ring of iris. They were so mellow that they didn’t even run from the vacuum cleaner. Fortunately, most of the ‘nip got into the carpet, rather than the cats, so there was no post-indulgence puking.
Minx did snore even more loudly than usual last night, though…and that’s saying something.
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