Those of you familiar with my bio/profile in my Etsy online shop, Catnip Studio, already know that my husband planted a forest of catnip in our "kitty courtyard." The kitty courtyard is an enclosed area around the cat door exit that keeps our two dogs from annoying our two cats.
The catnip started out as 4 inch seedlings, and now it expands every summer into a kitty crack supply bonanza (I think my cats are pushing it through the neighborhood in exchange for canned cat food).
The princess of the kitty courtyard, Lily, rules with an iron paw from her very own wicker throne and propane-powered turret perch. She does not like paparrazi, so one must be very sneaky to capture her on film in her kingdom.
Lily is a very petite cat; when I adopted her from a shelter, I thought she was a teenager, but she was well into adulthood. She weighs only 7 pounds. She was spayed and aggressively declawed through a previous owner. Her tiny paws have one tiny knuckle on each toe, but when she is standing on your chest they feel like stilettoes. Not that anyone has ever stood on my chest in stilettoes, just so we are clear.
My husband, Mr. Catnip, insists that I spoil my fur baby! Yes, she has a heated and padded bed attached to the windowsill overlooking the kitty courtyard, and hangs out there with me when I am working online, but Mr. Catnip built her bed support. Yes, she has her own private courtyard and recreational drug supply, but Mr. Catnip built the courtyard to prevent our dogs from chasing her all over the yard! Yes, I set the stones and planted irish moss and donated my favorite old chair and new cushions, but, even better, Mr. Catnip came home one day with the catnip seedlings, and planted them in the kitty courtyard without any direction or supervision from Mrs. Catnip (that's me). I rest my case. Guilty as charged, but I have a co-defendant!