It's not fair to have something on the table that smells really good, like it could be something snack worthy. If it's there and I want to try it, I will.

But nooooo...I take a bite and the Woman gets all bent, chasing me off the table saying, "Those are flowers, not catnip."

Well now. I just happen to know that if you let catnip grow, it has flowers. So what makes her think some of that isn't catnip? Maybe some of it was meant for me and not just her.

She thinks she scared me away from the flowers, but I figure I'll just wait for her to go into the other room, and when she does I'm going to stick my face right into the middle of all that stinky happiness, and munch until I puke.

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