Getting my cats high…

So… I put down catnip last night.  This is the conversation I overhead.

Minuit:  (immediately pawing, huffing and rolling in afore-mentioned catnip) This shit is great!  OH MY GOD!  This is the best shit I’ve ever had!

Lola:  I wanna try, let me try, let me… (sniff, sniff, roll)  oh WOW!!!

Steve:  I don’t feel anything.  (sniffing)  Nope.  Nothing.

Minuit:  Dude, this must have come from BC ’cause I’m seeing colours I have never seen in my… your face is soooooooo fluffy.  (rolling on her back, doing a cat yodel)

Lola:  Is that Tom Jones?!?  You guys!  You guys!!  In the corner… there…! (roll, roll…)

Steve:  Nothing.  I’m feeling nothing.

Lola:  “What’s new pussycat… meow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow…” (hysterical cat tittering ensues)

Steve:  What?  What is it?

Lola:  Maybe next time, dude.

Minuit:  I need some of those chicken kitty treats, maybe with some Häagen-Dazs.

Steve:  I feel so disconnected…

Lola:  Wave your paws in the air, like you just don’t care!!

Steve: (rolling on his back, from side to side)

Minuit:  Dude!  Dude – are you feeling it?

Steve:  No.  But when I do this, Heather will rub my tummy and that always makes me feel good.  I’m taking it where I can get it. Oh yeah!  Right there!  Right in the cat pit, now under the chin…. yeah….

I’m pretty sure the webcam got a contact high from the cat.