I just had to share some cat humor. I woke up this morning to quite the raunchy scene in my kitchen. I order flea control medication from 1800-Pet-Meds (good way to save on the cost). Yesterday, they delivered a box to me with the medication and put a couple sealed pouches of catnip in it for free. (Very nice of them.) I'd opened the box once and reshut it, leaving it on the counter in the kitchen.

This morning, I noticed that my cats were both letting out cute little meows from the other side of the island in the kitchen. One of them was actually sighing in bliss. Strange. No hissing? No cat fighting? (My 12 year old cat has never forgiven me for bringing home the now 6 year old cat 6 years ago. Since I adopted the second cat because she seemed so lonely with me and my partner working all the time, it's been quite the ongoing drama in our house. So, the two of them getting along is weird indeed.) I rounded the corner to find the box from 1800-Pet-Meds open and all its contents strewn all over the floor. The pouches of catnip had been bitten open - one package was empty. The contents of the other striped the floor. The 6 year old orange tabby crouched in one corner greedily licking up the catnip as fast as he could. The 12 year old calico was sprawled on her back, rolling back and forth in a pile, pupils huge, mouth hanging open, making satisfied little mewling noises.

It was one big, kitty drug binge.

I cleaned up the mess and the cats reluctantly stalked off giving me the stink eye (mean, Mommy!) The tabby went to his favorite spot on the back porch to chase lizards. No doubt when he jumped off the table toward a lizard, in his catnip hazed mind he thought he was "flyyyyiiinnnngggg..."

Sheesh. What's next? Gambling and hookers?