The Bopster has his own pot of fresh catnip growing in the window. The interesting thing is that he never touches it on his own. Having been soaked with a squirt bottle every time he tried to eat the house plants, I figured he left the catnip alone for fear of being soaked. Not so. He likes the fresh leaves, but he prefers them crushed and aromatic. He will not touch the store bought dry stuff.

His Royal Highness has a strip of elk hide lacing that he is extremely fond of, especially when I tie a small bunch of freshly picked and crushed leaves to the end of the lace. This leads to about 30 minutes of frantic activity that includes mad dashes between living room and bedroom with occasional stops to give a ball or toy mouse a good slap. He kinda reminds me of my neighbor when he smokes pot; Having a damn good time but not quite sure why.

This activity is followed by about 10 minutes of sitting between my feet and starring at me. No petting allowed, no treats wanted, he just sits there and stares. Then he heads for the bed, burrows under the pillows, and sleeps for 3-4 hours, giving me a chance to get on the computer and get something accomplished.

Copyright © Reggie
December 31, 1999