When I'm away and Sarah takes care of the cats (this is usually only a couple of times a year, but the cats know her by now), she puts a bunch of dried catnip leaves on Scarlett's favorite napping blanket. Scarlett, who can't get enough of the 'nip, loves sleeping amidst the leaves in a semi-drunken haze. She looks peevish in these photos because they were taken when I was back from my trip and the catnip no longer had any potency.
"I'm not an addict. I just really, really love catnip."
"They do call it catnip, after all. That means it's ok."