I had put the container of catnip away, since all four cats had
expressed interest in ripping the lid off and going wild. So I stored
it in the dresser drawer where I also keep my shorts and t-shirt for
the evening.

Today, I put on my shorts and t-shirt, and laid down to read for
awhile.

I was immediately mobbed by all four cats. They purred, rubbed against
me, offered their tummies, and basically told me how wonderful I am!
Then I realized that the catnip container is not airtight.

Oh well...

I did scoop out some nip for each cat, and they all loved it.

Dulce Mae is a quick drunk, and a mean drunk. She would take light
sniffs of the nip, then wak away, roll around, and slap anyone who
walked by.

Little Boy doesn't have a nip problem - he does the nip, lays down and
goes to sleep - no problem.

Buster and Little Feet are typical - get high, roll around, and love
everyone.

Good catnip!

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark