They're all nipheads

I'd just happened to pick up a large $10 bag of dried catnip at the store
while I was shopping for low carb food for Spicey off an Excel spreadsheet.

When I got home though, I noticed that the bag wasn't resealable. "Meh, too
much of a bother to keep fresh then." I dumped the entire bag next to the
scratching post. Dot immediately meatloafed on the entire pile like a hen
guarding a clutch of eggs, and Buster was getting high by sniffing Dot.

Since it was turning out to be a nip party, I got Gandalf's fresh catnip
leaves out of the fridge, crushed one, and gave it to Spicey near her
screen gate.

Spicey started *eating* the leaves, and acting all weird, like I'd never
seen her before. She rolled on her back with her back legs twitching like a
bug's, and she was making little sneezing noises as she licked and sniffed
the ultra-strong fresh leaves of wasabi-level sinus clearing.

But the now demented Spicey was staggering right at me! Eeeeek! I stood
completely still as she started winding around my unprotected ankles. For a
moment, I seriously considered diving over the banister and jumping 10 feet
down to the first floor.

But Spicey was a happy drunk today, despite what her late meowmie had
warned me before about her nip habits.

Takayuki wrote:

I'd just happened to pick up a large $10 bag of dried catnip at the store
while I was shopping for low carb food for Spicey off an Excel spreadsheet.

When I got home though, I noticed that the bag wasn't resealable. "Meh, too
much of a bother to keep fresh then." I dumped the entire bag next to the
scratching post. Dot immediately meatloafed on the entire pile like a hen
guarding a clutch of eggs, and Buster was getting high by sniffing Dot.

That is hilarious. Too bad you don't have a picture! (Or do you?) I'd love
to see mother-hen Dot and "contact high" Buster.

Since it was turning out to be a nip party, I got Gandalf's fresh catnip
leaves out of the fridge, crushed one, and gave it to Spicey near her
screen gate.

Spicey started *eating* the leaves, and acting all weird, like I'd never
seen her before. She rolled on her back with her back legs twitching like a
bug's, and she was making little sneezing noises as she licked and sniffed
the ultra-strong fresh leaves of wasabi-level sinus clearing.

But the now demented Spicey was staggering right at me! Eeeeek! I stood
completely still as she started winding around my unprotected ankles. For a
moment, I seriously considered diving over the banister and jumping 10 feet
down to the first floor.

Because that is clearly less dangerous...

But Spicey was a happy drunk today, despite what her late meowmie had
warned me before about her nip habits.

Phew!

--
Joyce

On Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:34:45 +0000 (UTC), Bastette
wrote:

Takayuki wrote:

When I got home though, I noticed that the bag wasn't resealable. "Meh, too
much of a bother to keep fresh then." I dumped the entire bag next to the
scratching post. Dot immediately meatloafed on the entire pile like a hen
guarding a clutch of eggs, and Buster was getting high by sniffing Dot.

That is hilarious. Too bad you don't have a picture! (Or do you?) I'd love
to see mother-hen Dot and "contact high" Buster.

I didn't get a picture, but it was certainly odd and unexpected.

But the now demented Spicey was staggering right at me! Eeeeek! I stood
completely still as she started winding around my unprotected ankles. For a
moment, I seriously considered diving over the banister and jumping 10 feet
down to the first floor.

Because that is clearly less dangerous...

During that flash risk assessment, one piece of data that ran through my
head was that I thought I'd read something here about how if a fall is from
high enough, your body has an opportunity to relax and not get injured.

Takayuki wrote:
On Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:34:45 +0000 (UTC), Bastette
wrote:

Takayuki wrote:

But the now demented Spicey was staggering right at me! Eeeeek! I stood
completely still as she started winding around my unprotected ankles. For a
moment, I seriously considered diving over the banister and jumping 10 feet
down to the first floor.

Because that is clearly less dangerous...

During that flash risk assessment, one piece of data that ran through my
head was that I thought I'd read something here about how if a fall is from
high enough, your body has an opportunity to relax and not get injured.

I'm afraid 10 feet isn't quite high enough for that. Sorry...

Deborah
slave to She Who (apparently) Must Not Be Named

Takayuki wrote:

On Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:34:45 +0000 (UTC), Bastette
wrote:

Takayuki wrote:

When I got home though, I noticed that the bag wasn't resealable. "Meh, too
much of a bother to keep fresh then." I dumped the entire bag next to the
scratching post. Dot immediately meatloafed on the entire pile like a hen
guarding a clutch of eggs, and Buster was getting high by sniffing Dot.

That is hilarious. Too bad you don't have a picture! (Or do you?) I'd love
to see mother-hen Dot and "contact high" Buster.

I didn't get a picture, but it was certainly odd and unexpected.

But the now demented Spicey was staggering right at me! Eeeeek! I stood
completely still as she started winding around my unprotected ankles. For a
moment, I seriously considered diving over the banister and jumping 10 feet
down to the first floor.

Because that is clearly less dangerous...

During that flash risk assessment, one piece of data that ran through my
head was that I thought I'd read something here about how if a fall is from
high enough, your body has an opportunity to relax and not get injured.

Probably more true if you're a feline.

--
Joyce

The sun rose slowly, like a fiery furball coughed up uneasily onto a
sky-blue carpet by a giant unseen cat. -- Michael McGarel

Takayuki wrote:

On Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:34:45 +0000 (UTC), Bastette
wrote:

But the now demented Spicey was staggering right at me! Eeeeek! I stood
completely still as she started winding around my unprotected ankles. For a
moment, I seriously considered diving over the banister and jumping 10 feet
down to the first floor.

Because that is clearly less dangerous...

During that flash risk assessment, one piece of data that ran through my
head was that I thought I'd read something here about how if a fall is from
high enough, your body has an opportunity to relax and not get injured.

Also, I think a significant amount of alcohol consumption is necessary.

--
Joyce

The sun rose slowly, like a fiery furball coughed up uneasily onto a
sky-blue carpet by a giant unseen cat. -- Michael McGarel

On 10/24/2012 11:05 PM, Takayuki wrote:
I'd just happened to pick up a large $10 bag of dried catnip at the store
while I was shopping for low carb food for Spicey off an Excel spreadsheet.

When I got home though, I noticed that the bag wasn't resealable. "Meh, too
much of a bother to keep fresh then." I dumped the entire bag next to the
scratching post. Dot immediately meatloafed on the entire pile like a hen
guarding a clutch of eggs, and Buster was getting high by sniffing Dot.


No pictures necessary - I can "see" that in my mind LOL


Since it was turning out to be a nip party, I got Gandalf's fresh catnip
leaves out of the fridge, crushed one, and gave it to Spicey near her
screen gate.

Spicey started *eating* the leaves, and acting all weird, like I'd never
seen her before. She rolled on her back with her back legs twitching like a
bug's, and she was making little sneezing noises as she licked and sniffed
the ultra-strong fresh leaves of wasabi-level sinus clearing.

Whenever I bring fresh nip in from the garden, mine eat it too - even
the dogs, even though they probably don't get the "fun" effects of it as
the cats do, it's more of a "hey, whatchaeetin? Me want... nomnomnom,
hmmmmmmmm minty....."



But the now demented Spicey was staggering right at me! Eeeeek! I stood
completely still as she started winding around my unprotected ankles. For a
moment, I seriously considered diving over the banister and jumping 10 feet
down to the first floor.

But Spicey was a happy drunk today, despite what her late meowmie had
warned me before about her nip habits.



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"Bastette" wrote in message ...

Takayuki wrote:

I'd just happened to pick up a large $10 bag of dried catnip at the store
while I was shopping for low carb food for Spicey off an Excel
spreadsheet.

When I got home though, I noticed that the bag wasn't resealable. "Meh,
too
much of a bother to keep fresh then." I dumped the entire bag next to the
scratching post. Dot immediately meatloafed on the entire pile like a hen
guarding a clutch of eggs, and Buster was getting high by sniffing Dot.

That is hilarious. Too bad you don't have a picture! (Or do you?) I'd love
to see mother-hen Dot and "contact high" Buster.

Since it was turning out to be a nip party, I got Gandalf's fresh catnip
leaves out of the fridge, crushed one, and gave it to Spicey near her
screen gate.

Spicey started *eating* the leaves, and acting all weird, like I'd never
seen her before. She rolled on her back with her back legs twitching like
a
bug's, and she was making little sneezing noises as she licked and sniffed
the ultra-strong fresh leaves of wasabi-level sinus clearing.

But the now demented Spicey was staggering right at me! Eeeeek! I stood
completely still as she started winding around my unprotected ankles. For
a
moment, I seriously considered diving over the banister and jumping 10
feet
down to the first floor.

Because that is clearly less dangerous...

But Spicey was a happy drunk today, despite what her late meowmie had
warned me before about her nip habits.

Phew!

--
Joyce


I store catnip in the freezer Of course, I don't buy 10 lbs. of it at a
time! I'm glad Spicey isn't a mean drunk

Jill

"Takayuki" wrote in message
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On Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:34:45 +0000 (UTC), Bastette
wrote:

Takayuki wrote:

When I got home though, I noticed that the bag wasn't resealable. "Meh,
too
much of a bother to keep fresh then." I dumped the entire bag next to
the
scratching post. Dot immediately meatloafed on the entire pile like a
hen
guarding a clutch of eggs, and Buster was getting high by sniffing Dot.

That is hilarious. Too bad you don't have a picture! (Or do you?) I'd love
to see mother-hen Dot and "contact high" Buster.

I didn't get a picture, but it was certainly odd and unexpected.

But the now demented Spicey was staggering right at me! Eeeeek! I stood
completely still as she started winding around my unprotected ankles.
For a
moment, I seriously considered diving over the banister and jumping 10
feet
down to the first floor.

Because that is clearly less dangerous...

During that flash risk assessment, one piece of data that ran through my
head was that I thought I'd read something here about how if a fall is
from
high enough, your body has an opportunity to relax and not get injured.

I think that refers to cats, not humans!
I actually laughed out loud when you said you seriously considered jumping
10 feet over the banister. I love your stories - you have a wonderful turn
of phrase.
You are doing wonders for Spicey.

Da nip had no effect at all on KFC (perhaps as well) and only a limited
effect on Boyfie which is a bit disappointing as he is such a serious,
earnest and dignified cat that I'd just love him to get stoned out of his
head now and again!

Tweed

On Thu, 25 Oct 2012 10:13:54 -0400, Magic Mood Jeep
wrote:
Spicey started *eating* the leaves, and acting all weird, like I'd never
seen her before. She rolled on her back with her back legs twitching like a
bug's, and she was making little sneezing noises as she licked and sniffed
the ultra-strong fresh leaves of wasabi-level sinus clearing.

Whenever I bring fresh nip in from the garden, mine eat it too - even
the dogs, even though they probably don't get the "fun" effects of it as
the cats do, it's more of a "hey, whatchaeetin? Me want... nomnomnom,
hmmmmmmmm minty....."

I don't know what it tastes like, but it *smells* great, like blueberries
and mint. It makes me want to put it in a pie.