The perils of petting a cat with a buzz . . .

Miss D. and I are over at Oleg's place tonight, and Gremlin is being his usual "Lord-Of-All-I-Survey" self . . . in fact, more so than usual.




A short while ago, we heard a 'thump!' and a rustling sound. Turned out His Lordship had pawed open a cupboard door in the kitchen (against the tension of the spring-loaded hinges holding it closed, no less), and had extracted a tub of catnip. He'd batted it around on the floor until the lid came off and spilled a large part of the contents all over the place. By the time we arrived to 'rescue' him (and whatever he'd found), the damage was done. He was rolling in the stuff, with catnip all over his muzzle and whiskers.

Gremlin's now lying in the corner of the wall and the floor, trying to stand, but not quite sure how to manage it. He's clearly as high as a kite . . . he alternately purrs like an animated buzz-saw when we scritch him, then tries to bite our hands off at the wrist. He's quite daft at the moment. I don't know how long catnip takes to wear off (particularly in such large doses), but I suspect he'll still be high by the time we go to bed. We may have to fend off an over-enthusiastic midnight visitor!



Peter