Little Boy has rediscovered the cat tree by the window.

He likes to stretch out, and stare at the birds and the feral cats. If
I come close, he likes to head butt and nose touch (with an occasional
nip or two). The plastic rod that closes the Venetian blinds has
become his latest toy, and he occasionally grabs at the blinds
themselves, although we strongly discourage that (grin).

He has pretty much made the top shelf his spot. So I decided to get
out the catnip.

Little Boy likes catnip. He has been known to bogart the stash of any
other cats, too. But this time, he has his own little pile of the good
stuff. Little Boy sniffs it, eats it, rolls around in in, and gets
thoroughly high.

I stand next to the cat tree, and he is a total love bug, is rolling
back to let me kiss his tummy (usually, he gets mad if I kiss his
tummy), pats me on the head and face with his paws and head butts me
like I am his very best friend.

He has become The Mellow Dood.

I take care not to let him roll too far over the side of the top
shelf. Then I decide to just pick him up and cuddle. He loves it -
wrapping front paws around my neck, and kissing me.

Finally, he leans back and looks at the shelf, letting me know he
wants back on the shelf. I turn in that direction, and he simply rests
his front paws over the shelf, and remains sitting in my arms. He
either thinks he is completely on the shelf, or is trying some new
seating arrangement. Either way, it looks like more of the "I'm sooooo
high!" thing.

I put him the rest of the way on the top shelf, and ge looks a little
confused - sort of an "I was in the position I wanted - why did you
change it?" look.

Little Boy is so cute on catnip (evil grin).

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark
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