Today, I could have posted about my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day...like how the kids terrorized each other all morning, or how Nathan cut a lock of his own and his sister's hair and then joined forces to pound cheese doodles into the floor with wooden spoons. Or how, in an act of desperation, I dropped the kids off at my in law's house and took a mommy time out to scout out some 80's outfits for Friday's party. But since at the end of the day none of that really seems significant anymore, I decided to simply sit back and watch the cats get high, because that never gets old.
What I love most about catnip is how our shy and timid Ragdoll cat, Mischa, pushes the other two cats out of the way, plops herself on top of the lid and then proceeds to roll around in it. Catnip gives her wings, or as Jay calls it "catnip courage".