Catnip makes everything better.

The girlcat and I have rekindled our romance with a big bag of catnip. I had forgotten what a difference catnip makes in our relationship.

The girlcat is one of those MyCatHatesYou.com centerfold candidate cats. She is a very intelligent tabby with piercing green eyes that are often narrowed in your general direction. She has drifted away from me, sleeping separately now for months, and lately sleeping on my suitcase in the closet. It has something to do with me getting a social life, and thereby sometimes staying out all day, all evening, and sometimes even overnight. So the distance has grown, gradually, imperceptably.

I finally realized it had been a long time since our last catnip overdose. So I bought a huge bag of it and poured it out into her toybox/ rolling box. We have had morning visits on the bed, complete with adoring lap cuddling, and gentle hand-cleaning. Kisses galore, every time we run into eachother around the house. I tell you, so many sleights are forgiven, so much affection is suddenly available with kitty drugs.

Check out the Catnip Pizza. I'm still not clear if tomato sauce is involved, and if that would then end up on everything the way catnip is now gently sifted over all my worldly possessions.