This bizzy little sweetheart was loving my catnip...which, seems to not mind our damp summer, I have quite the bumper crop, my kitties will have more than enough to share...I quick dry it in the oven...and you CAN'T imagine how insane that makes the cats...well, maybe you can...Crouching Tigger-Hidden Pooh and Charlie behave like angry drunks and wrestle on the floor until someone cries (usually Tiggy-Pooh)...
Fatty Woo just purrs loudly in a tubby tabby bunch on the bed...
Willy Big's eyes get bigger and that little white tip at the end of his tail gets poofy...
Picky-Picky starts to chase shadows...wait...she does that anyway...she just becomes paranoid and tweaks out...hisses at the nearest cat who might be stalking her...or not...
Poor Max, being a dog, he feels left out of the loop...he doesn't understand catnip...he's tried to eat it, but doesn't see the point...I tell him, its a cat thing...his little coffee bean colored eyes beg once again for "a little brother", and I promise again...someday we'll bring home a puppy...a special one who needs us...
Max doesn't like bees (he doesn't like buzzy bugs around him, he eats them)...so I keep him away from the little honeys...and think about the idea of beekeeping...where would I put the little buzzers home on my acre? You know...and all that sort of beekeeping stuff...maybe it's something I'll do in my golden years once I'm done running around doing the day job thing and I can be here doing the fun stuff I like to dream about full time...
Someday...
