It is a sad sad day when owners subject their cats to critical levels of catnip and reduce their poor defecless pussies to dribbling catnip junkies.
I swear that Rochester was jonesing almost as soon as we took the catnip fishy toy away from him. We had to do it, though. He'd ripped a hole in the side of the fish and emptied half the contents onto the floor where he rolled around and rubbed his face in his mess.
Ellie was a little more sensible about it. He merely slobbered all over his and turned it into a mushy catnip mess. niiiice.
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