Last week was the Annual Catnip Harvest -- a major holiday in our home. I grow catnip every summer, and in early autumn I cut it all down, hang it up to dry, then store it in jars until next year's harvest. The cats get a sprinkle of dried catnip about once a week in the cold months, and fresh leaves to chew on most of the summer. But I dole it out sparingly, so it's always something special.
However, during the catnip harvest I have a huge mound of catnip piled on big a towel on the floor, where I pick out the dead leaves, bundle the stalks and tie them up for drying. I can't keep the cats out of that pile, and I don't even try. They stick their heads into it, chew away, and then emerge excited and overwhelmed. It's sort of like a human New Year's party, where moderate social drinkers get falling-down drunk just once a year. My cats deserve to celebrate the Annual Catnip Harvest with a wild party.
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