I used to have a nice patch of catmint growing happily next to the fence, wild and messy looking at times but enjoyed by both kitties. Here you can see Tiger having a bite for lunch.
One day after a zealous weeding frenzy, my husband asked me to come out and take a look at the fruit of his labors.
“Oh!” I replied. “I hope you didn’t take out the catmint!” – which of course he had as it looked like a weed to him.
So off I went to the store to buy some more but instead of finding catmint I found the better-known catnip and brought it home with other herbs and flowers. I left them in the box on the deck until they should be planted.
Benji was the first to discover the catnip. “What’s this?” he said to himself.
So I removed the catnip from the box so he could get a better look. And a taste. Until a state of euphoria set in.
The catmint never did that to him so I deduced that catnip was indeed more potent. I removed a few leaves for him to enjoy before bringing the plant into the house so as to save it. Enter Tiger who started sniffing around the kitchen looking for the goods.
“I know it’s here somewhere,” he said to himself.
“Fair is fair,” I thought and so I removed a couple leaves for him and off he went, to wherever cats go under the influence.
Good stuff that catnip.
Too bad there was none left to plant.
~ Susanne and Tiger and Benji from catsandtrailsandgardentales.com