My good friend Steph gave us two ounces of pure-dried catnip in a cold, double-bagged Ziploc a few weeks ago. She explained that the freezer had been the only place she’d been able to hide it from her cat, and seeing how Oscar was gone now, she thought Algie might get a kick out of it.
Holy hell. Al has NEVER been that high.
In a fit of boredom one rainy Sunday, I ripped open one of Al’s old Petco pillows and dumped the entire bag of kitty-doobage into it. He was at my feet from the second I pulled it out fridge to the moment I sewed the thing up. “Heeeeyyyy, baby. How you doing? Whatcha got there? Huh? HUH? Is it forrr meeeeee? Gimme gimme gimme. GIMME!”
And he freaked right the hell out. It was so awesome, he started attacking furniture.
Note how he’s licked the pillow so hard it’s almost completely saturated with green spit. And the back up pillow in the background. Because clearly, he doesn’t have enough.
All I could hear, as I sat there laughing at him and trying not to shake the camera, was the voice of Brian Johnson in The Breakfast Club, saying “The cats cannot hold their smoke, dat’s what it is”.
I wanted to smack him in the head so bad, just to see if he’d fall over.
This post was inspired by catnip junkies everywhere:
“Oh my god, Kitty Face is completely hammered.
I bought a bunch of herbs at Lowe’s this weekend because I wanted to start a window box. I bought basil, thyme, Italian parsley and spearmint. Oh, and I also bought catnip.
You heard me.
I just thought, “What a nice treat for Kitty Face!” That’s actually what I thought when I bought it. I stood there, looking at it, and a pretty pink thought bubble appeared above my head. “Kitty Face would LOOOOOVE that!”
Well, hell yeah she loves it.