We're in the middle of a long, hot summer in Siskiyou County, California. Smoke from a wildfire in the nearby mountains obscures the scenic view, and teases the nose with memories of burning piles of oak leaves in autumn. Suddenly, a tap on the window next to my computer station where I am doing Very Important Work! Mr. Catnip is standing outside the kitty courtyard, pointing towards the catnip forest, motioning for a camera shot, and making the sshhhh gesture simultaneously. This is a magnificent attempt at communication on his part, and he didn't even move his lips! Well, except for the sshhhing gesture. Mr. Catnip readily admits that, like most men, he can't do more than one thing at a time. Which reminds me of something I read somewhere - if a disgruntled wife wants to get even with her husband, ask him a question, any question, when he's hammering a nail. Trust me, it works every time. Three times in a row, in fact.
Anywaayyy, I look to where he's pointing, and here is what I see:
Lily, on the left, and Wylie are having a catnap in the catnip, now overgrown and starting to fall over, a bower of kitty crack and summer haze. So there's the proof, catnip DOES cause lethargy, and in high doses can induce catatonic sleep! When they awake from their herbal stupor, they'll both be begging for Goldfish Snack Crackers and Fancy Feast (trade names for commercial kitty crackfood).