When we first got Hobbes, the orange, we immediately bought a big jar of catnip, anticipating the craziness that would ensue upon our getting home. I remembered my family's beloved Sparky, who usually went just short of nuts when we'd give him a sock of catnip. At the end of his days, we'd give it to him to help him feel better (?) since he had diabetes, and it was kind of a slow fading out, rather than a quick death. I'm not sure if it eased any symptoms, but he sure loved it.
Needless to say, we were disappointed when Hobbes turned out to be indifferent to catnip. He doesn't like it. At all. Weird, I know. He also doesn't like chicken, which is really weird.
Calvin, our little dumpster kitty, loves chicken however. And sour cream. And salsa. And chips. And anything else you're willing to throw to him on the floor. I think it's a similar symptom to those who lived through the Great Depression, and always seem to have pantries stacked full of food, and other various staches lying around. He's live without food once before, and he'll be darned if he's going to do that again.
In addition to trash, Calvin LOVES catnip. We don't give it to him very often because we don't really want to ruin a sock, and I don't have anything else to put it in. So we just sprinkle a little bit on the floor, and then sweep it up when he's finished making love to it.
It's pretty much the funniest thing you've ever seen, and maybe this sequence of pictures can give you a little bit of an idea of the vigor with which Calvin attacks that nip.
April 20, 2009
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Can I have some???
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