20 December 2009
This is the sight that greeted Kyle when he went into the kitchen this morning to pour our coffee.
In our wonderul walk through Cowtown yesterday, we encountered a delightful little store that sells spices and teas of all types. They even blend some of their own stuff. It reminded me of a “mom and pop” version of the big Penzey’s Spice store that we visited once in Minneapolis. We sniffed the contents of many jars and settled on buying a smoked salt, some bloody mary spices, and a little bag of mulling spices. Then, at the check-wrap, I spotted fresh catnip! Artemis loves catnip, and it’s been a long time since I gave her any, so that went home with us, too.
When we got home, I filled her little cloth bag I made her years ago, with a dose of the new catnip, and she was happy! She entertained us for quite a while. In fact, I ended up removing the little bag from the knob in the bedroom where it normally hangs, because I didn’t want her to have too much all at once. I hung the bag way up high across the hall, where I knew she could not get to it. She calmed down, and we went to bed.
Unfortunately, I had unwittingly left the little bag of catnip—about half of what we bought—on the kitchen counter.
Now, not only is the kitchen counter a forbidden cat zone, but I had thought the cat was closed in the bedroom with us. Apparently, not.
The poor, half-wit catnip addict had had herself such a good ole’ high during the night, that she currently has quite the little rugburn on her forehead from rolling and rubbing in the stuff she spread all over the throw rug in the kitchen.
There is a little bit of kitty-drug left that I have careful placed in a top kitchen drawer, and we’ll save for someday down the road. After her fur all grows back!