When I left for Starbucks, Brightspot was playing with the white sock. Actually, he was getting high, for it was filled with catnip. He was rubbing it against his face, biting it, and even holding it with all four paws.
I haven’t a clue what he did while I was gone, but when I got home, he was one mellow kitty.
Just say no to catnip!
I’m an author living in northern Virginia with a wife and a cat. In the late ’80s, I worked on the International Space Station project. I recently retired from managing a group of software engineers to focus on writing science fiction and speculative fiction. Learn more.