This is Your Tiny Hairy Brain on Drugs

My SBC, the cutest Small Brown Cat in the world, hasn’t been featured enough on this site. She needs to be, um, lionized.

(sorry.)

This weekend I decided that enough time had passed since the Catnip Incident--meaning the scars had finally faded--and we could try again. This time I had my camera ready to document the four stages of Catnip Mania.

So this is my SBC in her normal state, just kickin’ it on the floor. Ain’t she cute?

1. The hit

She takes a whiff and….check out that face! Awwwww yeah.

2. The frenzy

I was hoping to take a picture of her as it started to kick in. This is the best I could get.

3. She can stop at any time

She then spent about half an hour acting like she didn’t notice the catnip ball was still there. You know, actin’ cahz. “Oh, that old thing?” But the fixed staring into space was a dead giveaway...

4. She loves me SO MUCH

In the past, this was when the pain began. Mine, not hers. I figured I had to clean the floor anyways, so a little blood wouldn't matter. But then, surprisingly, she got very affectionate. Shortly after she started gazing lovingly at me like so, she crawled inside my hoodie to sleep it off.

So memo to self: catnip is fine, as long as there aren’t any other cats around. Makes her mean. Otherwise, it’s a gaudi. Too bad she couldn't go out for a big artery-clogging breakfast of pancakes and potatoes the next day.