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The other day I had a nine-hour power outage due to work on the electrical pole near my apartment. I moved everything in my fridge into coolers, then moved it back into the fridge when the power came back on. (I'm dependent on refrigerated medication and also into emergency preparedness, so I had a lot of coolers and icepacks on hand.)
Somewhere in the scuffle, a plastic bag filled with catnip got left out of the fridge. I awoke the next morning to this disgraceful scene of debauchery:
SHAME.
Somewhere in the scuffle, a plastic bag filled with catnip got left out of the fridge. I awoke the next morning to this disgraceful scene of debauchery:
SHAME.
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I can't say that my version of this is as epic, and sadly I have no photos. However, I once went with David to visit his parents, and his mother gave me a very large bag of catnip grown in her yard and dried in the sun. I put it into the bottom of my backpack. When we got home I was tired and did not unpack. I left the backpack on my bed. I was eventually alerted by a number of thumps, chirps, and trills from the resident cats. One of them -- I'm pretty sure which one, but I wasn't there -- had clawed through the bottom of the backpack and extracted the bag of catnip, which was easily torn open. They then dragged it through the hallway and kitchen into the sitting room, where everyone, including those previously innocent, rolled in it until three of them were somnolent and the fourth -- the ringleader, I am sure -- was dashing about at top speed uttering strange cries.
Obviously, that homegrown catnip was very good indeed.
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Erin gets stoned for long, blissful periods. "Hey... you know that crinkly sound the grocery bag makes? What if it's trying to communicate?"
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:-D
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Our family had had a couple of cats when I was growing up, but Emily was the first cat I'd lived alone with. When she was of an age to appreciate catnip, I bought a package. In retrospect, it wasn't the best stuff, but she had a restrained little spree with the small pile I gave her. Then I stored the rest in a Ziploc bag, and put it on top of the refrigerator. In that apartment, I would have sworn there was no way for a cat to get to the top of the refrigerator. It was too high to jump, and the stove wasn't close enough to give her a boost.
But I was wrong. The next morning, I came in and there was catnip all over the kitchen floor. I can just imagine what kind of orgy she had, but I never got to see it -- though she was still grooming bits of vegetable matter off her fur.
After that, the catnip went into a cupboard with a solid latch.
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(and the debauchery in the other photos--wow~!
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