The weather has been getting colder here at Chez Misfit. I took out a pair of jeans to wear for the first time in months. When I draped them over the footboard of my bed at night, Chip took a lot of interest in them. He was rubbing his face on the legs and then rabbit-kicking them.
Then it dawned on me: His catnip pillow had gone missing. What if...?
Sure enough, I opened the dresser drawer where my jeans and shorts are stowed. Under some of them, near the bottom, was his catnip pillow. How that got in there is an unsolved mystery. But at least, the pillow had been found.
He got right to it:
He isn't lacking for other toys.
I grew catnip for my wife's cats. Total non-interest. Of course they chow down on anything else green I don't put out of their reach. Sometimes, I think cats make an art form out of perversity
ReplyDeleteIt's like reefer for humans, euphoria for some and no effect for others. Cats are mysterious critters.
ReplyDeleteAw shoot, eb, now the ghost of my long-dead HS French teacher, Mr. Campbell, has risen up and demanded a correction. "At Chez" is redundant; it's just "Chez"!
ReplyDeleteLittlebeast is picky about the catnip he likes. He went crazy over a little pack of it we bought at the dollar store, and the expensive variety we bought him at the pet store lives at the bottom of his drawer and looks a lot like a bag of cheap weed.
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We’ve grown catnip this year. Chip couldn’t care less. Bella devours it.
ReplyDeleteWell, one of our group has a wild hair now and then. She opens a drawer by pulling the handle, empties out some socks and curls up inside the drawer. Never seen her tote a toy, but...
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