Poor poor catchen….. It’d been so long since they’d gotten a package… In fact, the last catchenal gift was the bowl. That was 20 years ago, right?
Right!
Miss Lulu Kitty to the rescue! She somehow talked Dave into packing a box for the poor deprived catchen:
And what was inside?
A full pound of the best smelling catnip I’ve ever met. MmmmMmmMmmmMmmm.
The Picasso shared his opinon on the offering:
And that’s saying a lot, given he’s not much for catnip ordinarily……
Matisse and baba, on the other hand, immediately proceeded to become blind stinking stoned on the kittycrack:
And for a little while, their catstaff’s constant tauntage of them with yarn they were not allowed to touch, balls that would not magically retrieve themselves, bowls that refused to stay full, and the marked absence of bowls of ice cream, all ceased to matter, in the face of catnip. Catnip catnip catnip. Catnip.
Clearly, Lulu knew what she was doing!
