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….
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| I’m pretty sure the webcam got a contact high from the cat. |
And I thought I was the only one who saw Tom Jones in the corner when high. Neat.