Well, what did you expect to see here? My human is too lame to grow silver vine, but catnip thrives with neglect, apparently.
We didn’t have time for an actual nip party this week (just a lot of box treats), but my human found some outtakes from a nip party we had in July, 2012. (Don’t worry, we’ve had lots of nip parties since then.) Here are Binga and I debating ownership of this pile of fresh catnip.
Here I am, taking in an intoxicating whiff. This is good stuff!
Binga is taking a big bite here… but she’s not exactly eating it. What she’s doing is bruising the leaves so that it releases more of the essential oil nepetalactone so she can get higher. My human learned cats do that when she was working on the Catster story on kitty intoxicants. Now you know too!