So last weekend, during our big unpacking marathon, we found it. It had been haphazardly tossed into the bottom of a giant box, unmarked, therefore impossible to find, but now, there it was.
The huge jar of catnip.
I'm sure your family has its own Saturday evening traditions.
Here at Chateau Inferno, we like to drug a bunch of cats and laugh.
It's wallowing good time.
Dude, this is seriously a little sad. Someone grab the laser pointer.
This is just a gateway herb. Next, they'll be rolling in my basil.
Then, they'll move up to cilantro.
Before you know it, they'll be trying to score some rosemary.
But for now, the Saturday evening catnip binge is winding down.
For now, I think it's nap thyme.
Yeah, you were set up.