I Can Quit Any Time I Want!

Catnip, or “The Nip” as it is known on the streets, is a deep and secret love of mine (I realize that it is less secret now that I am blogging about it, and probably less deep). For some inexplicable reason, I can’t get enough of the stuff.

I really just love the aroma. The aroma and the overall sense of euphoria and general well being that follows quickly after, but mainly the aroma. The sweet, pungent, intoxicating aroma.

It’s not like I am addicted. I just find every activity more enjoyable and satisfying with a little “Nip”, and any activity without “Nip” seems droll, pointless, meaningless, and generally devoid of life or gratification. Still, it’s not like I need it.

Now, I have seen some cats who need it, and it’s not pretty. Out there, on the streets, rubbing up against anyone who might help them score a sniff, letting anyone pet them just to make it to their next whiff of “The Nip”. You ever seen a cat go into catnip withdrawal? They get the “Meows” and the “Shakes” at the same time; end up sounding like a broken bagpipe.

That life is not for me, thank you very much. I am quite happy here at River City. You can count me as a casual “Nip” user, and nothing more. Speaking of which, you wouldn’t happen to have any, because I am completely tapped.