Some of our friends have given us a lovely selection of herbs, including not one but TWO types of catnip. We’ve been keeping the herbs outside to prevent them from a slow, painful death by central heating. However, when I came downstairs yesterday morning, this was the sight that greeted me:
Oui, Mesdames et Messieurs: Blue the Smoke Bengal has been getting high on Louis Catorze’s gear. So, technically, this makes Louis Catorze his dealer.
According to Blue’s mamma, when Blue goes out for his nightly shenanigans he usually turns left out of their house, but lately he’s been heading right. And now we know why.
When I showed Cat Daddy this picture, he said he’d noticed that the catnip plants had been looking rather sparse of leaf, but he’d assumed that I’d been harvesting them and feeding them to Catorze. It’s possible, of course, that Catorze has also been filling his boots, and it would certainly explain certain things, but neither of us have seen him do it. That said, Blue’s mamma hasn’t reported any strange behaviour from Blue, whereas Catorze, the one with the longer history of narcotics and therefore the greater tolerance, has been behaving in a highly disturbing manner, screaming more/worse than usual and even attacking Cat Daddy for his ice cream. (He actually lunged for his face and tried to lick some ice cream OFF HIS LIPS. I have a photo but Cat Daddy won’t allow me to post it.)
Anyway, the decimated catnip plants have now been placed in a raised area, in the hope that they will recover. And I guess we’ll be left to wonder exactly how many other neighbourhood cats have been siphoning from our stash.
Apologies to the cat-owning population of TW8.
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