Sep. 21, 2010 11:15 PM
Well, this didn’t happen at Cabin Creek Acres itself, but the Web Guy has to share.
Cajun is Web Guy’s black cat, and she’s spoiled rotten. She turns up her nose to lots of things, so it’s up to WG to keep the cupboards stocked with only the best. And, she has a schedule. If you’re not up at 5:30am to feed her, she’ll wake you up. And dinner is at 5:00pm. On the dot.
So, WG was on a mission over the last few days to get Cajun a special treat - some Great Live Catnip, especially since she turns up her nose at the dried.
Long story short - WG finds the only mostly-live catnip plant at the local nursery (who was selling half-dead plants for just 30% off). Seven dollars and a pumpkin coffee from Dunkin Donuts later, Cajun had her treat. Yum!
She purred, she chewed, she drooled and eventually rolled over into a stupor.

After she had her fill, WG, following the advice of the lady who sells the dying plants, the catnip was planted beside nine other plants in the pitiful garden, 4 pretty dead sticks, and five droopy ones sticking out of the ground. Cajun was sure to have plenty of catnip for the rest of the season.
The next day, Cajun wanted to be let outside. Answering her call, WG opened the door and she ran out onto the patio. Ah, a snap of catnip would make the perfect day for this kitty.
Across the yard, the sticks drooped in the pitiful garden. They weeped over a bare bundle of twigs. It was all that remained of the catnip plant.

We can only imagine that the neighborhood strays made their way into the yard and partied hearty all night long, meowing “Dude, don’t harsh my buzz.”
As for Cajun? She hasn’t noticed. Yet.