A ziploc bag of catnip burst open onto a deep shaggy rug in my childhood home. The little oregano-lookin-flakes buried themselves so deeply into the plush that it was impossible to completely vacuum out.

I stayed away from my cat for a week. "Oh, pet my stomach! Isn't it fluffy and inviting as I roll on the ground? I'm in such a good mood and just want to EAT YOUR HAND AGH AGH ARRR GROWL CHEW CLAW AHHHHH"

Wait, can I change my magic wand answer?

About 10 years ago I bought a catnip plant to put in the garden, but I didn't have a chance to get it in the ground that day. So I left it on the front porch, knowing that if it went inside it would be eaten by my two little orange monsters.

Got up the next morning and all that was left was the pot. There must have been some party out there that night, I tell you what.

Ha! I just came here to post this.

OMG mad kitty

Fry has used the Cosmic Catnip Scratching Post regularly since that time and really hasn't repeated that odd behavior, but it was definitely what I saw in that video.

Pozenboot.

Okay best stoned cat story ever. I brought a hookah over as decor for a private event. It had mint tobacco, among other things, in it recently. The person's cat, previously known as a mean old cat that hid at the slightly noise, started sniffing it and smelling it and then just totally went balls out orgiastically grinding and licking and blissing out on the bowl.

I turned to my planning partner.

"Aww, Kitty's a drug addict!"

"It's Kitty Dukakis!"

Oh how we laughed.

Yay Pozenboot! It one of the stops on my European Animal Extravaganza Tour to be taken next year.