Controlled substances and drug wars

Totally forgot that when I bought cat-food, I also bought a new Cosmic Kick-Ass Catnip pillow. Brought the bag into the house this morning, Rocky made a bee-line for it, dug into the bag, dragged out the catnip pillow, while Gus watched in fascination and envy. Rocky has been licking it and rubbing her face in it, alternately, her pupils like ebony dimes; she drove Gus out of the room completely in its defense, but Jasmine - usually the sweetest and most passive of kitties - took it from her. They're currently doing the glaring-and-hiding-and-glaring-and-hiding bit. Nothing like bringing in the thing most important in the world, to unveil their deepest souls.

An afternoon of work, I hope - and laundry.