The past few mornings, this morning being no exception, our cats have been stoned out of their gourds thanks in no small part to our neighbors, Doug and Twyla, forcing fresh catnip on our kitties. Catnip is just one of many fruits, flowers and veggies they're growing at their place just up the road from us.
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| Midas In the Groove |
Midas, who's now 20 years old, spends most of his time sleeping, with a foray out for some food, or the occasional sips of Belikin (from the bottle, thank you - not a saucer), really got into things (as you can see above) this morning with the fresh catnip I brought back from walkies with the dogs.
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| Miss Blue, Maintaining Quite Well |
Miss Blue, who's getting up there as well (she's about 14 now) spent part of the morning rolling, rolling and rubbing her face all over the catnip. Here, she's looking quite normal. Right after I took the shot, it was back on the floor, and roll, roll, roll, just having a great time with no care in the world.
On the other hand, some animals here just don't have the opportunities that are available to ours. For example. This morning during 'walkies', it was 'bone day'. That's when we go to the butcher and pick up about 10 pounds of bones for the doggies. Of course, they have to carry the bones back, along with all the mail, fruit, veggies, bread, sweet rolls and meat pies we might happen to pick up on the walk. Not all at the same time, of course, but it's not unusual for the doggies to have to carry something in their packs.
So, we stop at the butcher's and I order 10 pounds of bones. While I'm waiting for the bones to be chopped and bagged into four separate bags (so the load can be balanced between the two girls, I spied the resident mouser at the market, waiting patiently for something to fall off the counter.
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| Market Kitty Waiting |
Twyla said she also has a brood of kittens hidden away somewhere in the market area. No catnip treats for this little mother. She really has to work for a living.
