I used to have a nice patch of catmint growing next to the fence, a bit ratty looking at times but loved by both kitties. One day, after a zealous weeding frenzy, my husband asked me to come out and take a look at his work. ‘Oh!’ I had replied – ‘I hope you didn’t take out the catmint!’ – which of course he had. So…. off to the store I went to get some more but instead of finding the prettier catmint I found the better known catnip and brought it home with other herbs and flowers. I left them together in the box on the deck until they should be planted.
Benji was the first to discover the catnip. ‘What’s this?’ he thought to himself.
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 of the leaves for him to enjoy before bringing the plant into the house so as to save it. Enter the 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 of leaves for him and off he went, to wherever cats go under the influence.
Good stuff that catnip.
Can’t wait to get it in the ground.