Dear Janit.
Catnip. There, I said it.
This wont of yours is something we rarely discuss – or should really. However, whilst I fully appreciate that our vices are our own business, I feel it not only necessary but in good nature to point out that recent weeks have seen your little habit increase to an alarming level. Let us call last night to our attention. When Wicker and I returned from the pub we discovered you sitting on the shelf gurning your face off, tongue hanging out, eyes pointing different directions with barely half a smile offsetting your whiskers. And this is not by any means an isolated occurrence – to be frank I don’t think I could hope to count the number of times in recent weeks that you have been quietly ‘off your face’ in my company …and this appears to be accelerating.
We don’t want a repeat of that ‘incident’ years ago do we? The time you did a 25 gram bag in one go and couldn’t close your mouth or stop looking at the ceiling for a week?
All my love,
Crispin x
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Crispin,
TOO funny–comparing Janit’s catnip habit to getting buzzed on WEED (do you call it that in the UK?). Next you know, Janit will clear you out of munchies! Your letters are so consistently entertaining that I’ve just added Dear Janit to my blogroll.
Oh, my ! I been thinking for quite some time now to offer my cats some catnip. One of them, Rogelio, has a problems on getting into, let’s say, anything. His “drug” of choice was olive’s bones (You’ll have to excuse me since english is not my first language and don’t know the name). This habit caused him a great damage on him and was nearly to die, poor thing.
Well, is all speculations since where I live is nearly impossible to get catnip and If I would would be freaking expensive.