Typically a mild-mannered, gentle, and well-behaved cat, Rosie showed us his disturbing dark side when his Christmas stocking gift of catnip was poured onto the carpet. His usually friendly, alert eyes became large as dinner plates, glowing and wild. He rolled around shamelessly on the carpet and in the catnip like he was bathing in it. He leaped into the air, maniacally chasing his toy rat that was dipped in catnip.
His saddest moment, most reminiscent of a Behind the Music episode about a big star’s drug-laden downfall, was Rosie digging into the carpet with his sharp black claws, scrounging for more catnip caught in the fibers. If I may venture a guess, he appeared to be actually sucking on the carpet, seeking more catnip.
Sylvester, for his part, simply became a more pronounced version of his already unpredictable, wild-eyed, rambunctious self when exposed to catnip. When he tears around the house chasing thin air, alas, we cannot blame his erratic behavior on catnip, since he regularly engages in such bizarre performances.
Rosie was quickly transported to detox, i.e., the bedroom with the door shut, while I vacuumed up any remnants of catnip and eliminated his source of mind-altering drugs. Gary shook his head sadly and pronounced Rosie “a lush”. Who knew we had a closet Lindsay Lohan for a cat?