Feeling Groovy

                In our day of refrigeration and long-distance shipping, we’ve come to expect fresh strawberries in November and asparagus in January, but there is one treat our household has to do without over the winter—catmint!

Let the party begin!

                A relative of catnip and an abundant, free commodity in our garden (aka weed), catmint is one of the most entertaining plants God created.  Referred to as “kitty weed” or “kitty salad” in our home, we treat the cats about twice a month in the summer—one leafy stem a piece spaced out on the music room floor.

                The cats attack it like a woodchuck chucks wood (does a woodchuck actually chuck wood?).   Most of them are immune to the plant’s pot-like affects, but Biff, under the influence of catmint, turns into a total stoner dude.  He rolls in slow-motion on the floor waving lazily in the air and purring with uncharacteristic volume.

                Is it wrong to get my cat stoned just because it’s so darn funny to watch?  I suspect so.

                Toby’s reaction is the complete opposite.  He goes into hoarding mode—sweeping everyone else’s stems and leaves into a pile, lying on top fully alert, and swatting at anyone trying to steal his stash.

                I think I’d better make one last foraging expedition in the garden.  There may be enough kitty salad for one last hurrah before winter.  (5 minutes later)  Just enough!  Let the good times roll!