Stoner Cats
Ru has started inviting himself indoors and exploring; he does this even though he has an owner somewhere, because his collars keep disappearing, and he isn’t the one removing them. Molly isn’t too sure about his presence in the house; she stalks him from room to room. Occasionally, I hear them hissing and growling at each other, but no one gets hurt. He even took a little nap on the sofa in the garden room, which Molly didn’t approve of AT ALL, because she likes to sleep there. She hissed and batted at him; he told her to get bent.
Apologies for the poor quality of the picture. I took it in low light at night.
So last night as Mom and I were watching Project Runway All-Stars, I hear something being batted around and toyed with in the garage. Lo! and behold! Ru has discovered a plastic packet of catnip on a table, ripped it open, and is blissing out on the garage floor. And who should be sliding and rolling around in the nip with him, but Molly? I could have sworn she didn’t like nip! Naughty little thing, she just wanted somebody to nip with.
So here they are, chilling out after getting high as kites. All those darker blotches on the floor? Spilled catnip. I had to do major cleaning in there this morning.
