A Siamese Addiction
Brutus, our older Siamese cat, loves fresh catnip. He’s a loving, well-mannered kitty who’s a little shy, until he gets a whiff of fresh catnip. Some cats like the dried stuff, but Brutus loves the fresh. His enjoyment is palpable. He becomes one with the catnip.
Every year, I buy or grow a pot of catnip for him, and every year, he demolishes it, smashes it to bits and pieces well before the end of the growing season. Yesterday, I had a largish pot of fresh catnip cooling its heels in the raised vegetable bed.
Since I had finished gardening for the day (okay, I was exhausted and couldn’t lift another thing.), I put Brutus in his harness and leash and brought him outside. Typically, he will circle the house, stop at the boxwoods on the west side of the house to sniff,
walk to the front yard, hop on the front porch, walk around and hop down, then he walks purposefully to the west side of the house where he walks through the rose arbor, around the bamboo and into the mixed flower bed. He completes the circuit by walking neatly along the raised vegetable beds
and into the little greenhouse to try to flush out a field mouse.
You know, typical cat stuff. To liven him up a bit I brought out the pot of catnip. . .and sat back to enjoy the show. Take a look at the video (click on My World, to your right!).