Catnip: Still Legal in All 50 States

As I've said before, living in a floral shop has it's perks. One of them being an almost unlimited supply of fresh catnip during the summer months. No, the ladies don't use it in floral arrangements (they complain that it smells skunky, I think it is just beyond the scope of their appreciation). But, one of our local growers (Windswept Acres) happens to grow some of the best nip around. Windswept Wowie, as I have named it. When I see Reed's van pull in the parking lot, I get up to greet him. Honestly. It's that good. And Reed's a pretty nice guy too.

Here I am inspecting my most recent delivery.

I also receive catnip delivered from one of our local wholesalers. One of the delivery drivers happens to have some growing in his garden, so occasionally I receive very special shipments marked just for me!

Thank you Elton!

When those shipments come in, even the box is fun! In truth, with a little (or a lot) of catnip, anything is fun.

And a cardboard box that smells like catnip? Best. Cat. Toy. Ever.

I will now demonstrate the best way to enjoy catnip. I prefer my catnip harvested in bloom-much more intense.

Grasp the flowers buds between your front paws. Having great big fluffy paws helps with this.

And then... lick, lick, lick, sniff, lick, lick, sniff, sniff, lick, lick, lick, lick, sniff, lick, lick, lick, lick...

Repeat until you achieve the desired effect.

This is the desired effect. Good stuff, man.

After a nice buzz, catnip tends to make me a bit sleepy. Here I am, sleeping off my latest trip. With more catnip next to my paw. In case I wake up and need a little fix.

Yes, the ladies have created a little abode for me. It's decor blends opium den chic with a Moroccan/Turkish flair. Perfect for a Turkish Van with a fondness for indulging.