My sister, the tragedy of a catnip addicted

 Well, today I would like to tell you all about the dangers of catnip, my sister Catwoman was a very sweet and good looking girl until she became a catnip addicted, everything started as a game, just experimenting you know, but soon all got out of hand, she would take it any day of the week, any excuse was good enough to celebrate with a bit of grass, it didn't matter what day of the week it was or what time of the day.

                 This is her before her drug problems started, look at her, she seemed an angel!

She will steal the catnip from the shelf, it doesn't matter were the humans hide it, she can always sniff her way into it. She was a clever kitty but now all she does is sleep after the high.

It all started at my brother's birthday party, we were celebrating Batman's party and our humans brought home some catnip to heat the ambient, we all enjoyed that very much, but since then she couldn't stop.

I had to admit that I tried it a few more times after that occasion, but only on special dates.

I remember one night, it was about 3 am, I was meowing as loud as I could, as usual, (I like to meow very loud in the middle of the night) when I saw her coming into the house covered in blood, I was very concerned and I went to see what happened, she was obviously very high and the words that came out of her mouth didn't make any sense, I thought she was hurt, and I went to my human's bedroom to meow even lauder, the mother f#*s kicked me out of the room! Shocking! so I had to deal with her myself. 

Look at the state of my sis when she got home!

When she finally calmed down a bit, she told me that she and her friend sneaked out of the house to go and get high in some neighbor's barn, they were planing a quiet night with some catnip and some beers, but they got very high and at some point, they started to hear a noise coming from behind a big bale of hay, they went there to sniff and see what was going on, the bale of hay was now moving and the noise louder, Catwoman asked me no to tell anyone, but apparently she pooped herself! 

Anyway, there was something behind that hay and they were determined to find out what it was, they were very scared, so they came out with a "very sensible" plan, one was going to jump on top of the bale, while the other one was waiting at the side with a hummer.

Luckily for them, the neighbor had a lot of tools in his barn, so the plan was simple, one had to scare whatever it was under the bale, and the other was going to wait with the hammer to kill whatever it was under the bale, Brilliant!

Of course, the one with the hammer was my very much loved, brainless sister, so Cat, let's call the neighbor cat Cat, for anonymity, jumped on top of the bale with a terrifying scream and a gigantic, black dirty massive rat came running towards Catwoman, who fearing for her life and for the four bears and the two grams of catnip that they have left, without hesitation lifted the hammer over her head and she left it to fall over the rat's ugly, scary face.

I will never forget that night and even less the next morning when my humans found Catwoman sleeping on that stage, they gave her a bath and they sent her to therapy because every time she would see a little mouse she would lose her sh*t. 

That is her on therapy, the first days were very hard, she couldn't even look at the mouse.

                                           But look at my poor sister now, she looks like a rug!

She is doing better with the rat assassination issue, but she remains an addict, hopefully, she will get better one day, but I have to admit that she can be very funny.

Does anyone in your family have the same problem? Please share your stories.