addiction

The Tribe are very fond of catnip. They don’t want it in a spray, or finely ground into a toy – they like it in identifiable leaf form, the Acapulco Gold, if you will, of catnip. And we ran out …

Iggy is the most partial to a snort (and he does snort it!), and will make mournful rowling noises until his habit is fed. However, we didn’t realise just how bad his addiction is.

Last night, while we were watching the television, he started playing up – wandering behind the television, and other places in the living room, and chewing cables. Now, he was a cable chewer when he was a kitten, but I haven’t seen him do it for literally years. Clearly he was in a temper, and so was I when I saw him sink his teeth into my Macbook mains lead, so he got a slap.

Eventually, it dawned on me what was the matter, so I rummaged about in the newly organised kitchen drawers, and found a sort of catnip teabag style thing, with some ancient and stale catnip dust in it. I scattered it on the floor, and he fell upon it with cries of relief and ecstasy.

We did try to acquire new supplies on Saturday, but our local pet stores didn’t have anything, so I looked on eBay, and bought 200g for £9. Now 200g may not sound a lot to you, but it is a huge amount of catnip – came in a bag about 10″x8″, stuffed to the gills. And thankfully it arrived this morning – quantities of the demon drug were scattered round the study, Iggy snorted then had to go and sleep it off, and Lilith and Liessa both attempted to eat the cardboard that had surrounded the package.

I had no idea that a cat could get addicted to catnip, but clearly Iggy has …