Inkwell got his first serious dose of catnip today when I dropped a baggie of it on the floor when I came home for lunch. He reached the mess before I did and started to roll around in it. I cleaned up what was left while he watched from a couple of feet away, occasionally licking the catnip in his fur. When I went after him to brush off the catnip, he dashed away, unwilling to let me touch him.
Then he started running. He's a little galloper, and we are treated each night to him galloping up and down the stairs a few times before he settles down. This was like that only about 10 times faster. He was literally moving faster than my eyes could keep up with. And he was attacking things that were not there. And my feet. I think there may have been some catnip on my feet: he wouldn't stop attacking them. Running up, tapping them, yowling, then running away.
As I watched, bemused and a little concerned, he knocked over his toybox and scattered his toys around the ground floor of the house. It was a little like watching an explosion in slow motion. I went around and picked them up while he tried to scatter more.
He finally slowed down a bit and jumped up on my lap. There he proceeded to dig in with his claws every time I moved, yowling a little. I finally got him off me, and he started to gallop around the house again, a little slower than before. I hastily took my opportunity and went back to work.
When Eric and I got home (I sort of accidentally picked him up at work, since I was over there for other stuff) the cat had mellowed out. Eric gave him some munchies, and when he finished those he draped himself across my face while I tried to get on the computer. He does not appear to be any worse for the wear after his catnip adventure. He's now sleeping it off next to the sliding glass door (he attempted to shred the curtain over the sliding glass door, but the damage looks minor).
Here's some pictures of him playing with a toy I got him at Amazon.com. He's not figured out that the center is for scratching, but he likes the spinning ball.
I got Inkwell a Bergan Turbo Scratcher, and he's half enjoyed it. He loves batting the ball around, but hasn't figured out that the pad is a scratching pad yet.
If he figures out that the pad is for scratching, it'll easily be worth the price.
As it is, it's almost worth the price to hear him batting the ball around and around.
Inkwell enjoys drinking from a freshly filled sink of water, but only if he gets to watch the sink filling up.
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