Where do the hours and days go?  Sorry it has been so long since my last post, but this one couldn’t be postponed.  The kids got their first dose of fresh catnip, and boy did they have a time.  There are a BUNCH of pictures, so all of you Facebookers’ will have to visit here to see them all.  BTW, you can click on a picture to see a blow-up.

1 tap means slide down around my neck. 2 means turn on kitty motor for heated massage.

1 tap means slide down around my neck. 2 means turn on kitty motor for heated massage.

In my last post, I covered Chester’s cat stole performance.  We have modified that to a tap system.  I couldn’t have trained him any better if I had tried to do this deliberately.  Frosti’s newest performance, is to sit in the middle of a room and meow at the top of her lungs.  There is absolutely nothing wrong.  She just wants to see whether it is Chester or I that get there first.  Then she just sits there with a sheepish grin.  She might bat at Chester or come over and rub against my leg.  I think she is just bored, and wants attention.  I keep telling her the story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf, but I might as well try teaching Latin to a cat.

Custom made in 1999.

Custom made in 1999.

Okay, as promised, that catnip saga ensues.  I read somewhere in the past thirty to fifty years that you shouldn’t give little kittens catnip.  I don’t know if it is true or not, and the only catnip in the house was at least a decade or two old.  So I picked up a bag of fresh catnip to see what antics would develop  I have a Kitty Condo that was custom-built by Kevin Brown about sixteen years ago.  It has been the single most popular piece of cat furniture I own, with every cat I’ve owned.  I sprinkled the catnip in the bed and in both of the towers.  The cats trade-off on which side tower they use, but at almost any time one cat or the other is there.

Frosti makes a break up the pole, but not fast enough.

Frosti makes a break up the pole, but not fast enough.

At first they didn’t know what to make of it, but before long they were sniffing, eating, and rolling in the catnip.  At first it was like someone install springs on random parts of their bodies, that fired in unsuspected ways.  When Frosti did a back flip off of one tower, Chester on the bed did a backflip to try to catch her mid-air.  That led to a high-speed chase, at first with Frosti in the lead.  Then some silent signal went off and it was Chester being pursued.  I don’t know how long the high-speed antics went on, but I was in stitches.  Things started to slow down, with both of my kids panting.  Chester just sat there looking stoned.  Frosti found a toilet paper roll to worry, while she caught her breath.

Wow man, I am really wasted.

Wow man, I am really wasted.

Tough day at the office

Tough day at the office

There were occasional spurts of activity, but the full court press was pretty much over.  Chester’s favorite game in the world is POUNCE!  A good drunk without it, would be a waste of a good high.  So from a more reasonable height, he scoped out his sister, and hunkered down for an across the room leap.  I love how their butts wiggle just before they jump.  A dead give away to prey (you would think).  Here he is a few seconds before the leap.

Chester ready to do his favorite thing....POUNCE!

Chester ready to do his favorite thing….POUNCE!

I think Frosti ate the most catnip, and had the most regrets.  The picture below sort of sums it all up.

Ooooh... I shouldn't have had that last one.

Ooooh… I shouldn’t have had that last one.

For Chester it ended with him belly up, his favorite position, and a silly grin on his face.

Okay Daddy, do you like this pose?

Okay Daddy, do you like this pose?

But I had to save the best for last.  So for all of you who soldiered through this long blog post, I have a picture of what Chester saw at the peak of his high.  I don’t know if kitties are prone to hallucination, but Chester probably had a moment of doubt or two.  The caption below the picture says it all.

At the peak of Chester's high, he thought his but got fat and he was half calico.

At the peak of Chester’s high, he thought his but got fat and he was half calico.