And By “Drugs” We Of Course Mean “Catnip"

The cats stand poised with looks of confused sorrow beside the piles of crumpled packing paper they’ve been nesting in all evening, then they scatter.

“We’re stealing their toys from them!” I lament as I stuff the paper into the recycling bag to go to the curb.

“They’ve been fighting over it all night, and they have other toys,” Katie says dismissively.

“Sure, like what about the fish with drugs in it?” I say.