Sunday March 24, 2002

Imagine a place and time. The place is like any other, except that a tired human has left a rolltop desk open before going to bed. The time is early morning and a young cat, hoping to get out of range of his three legged foe, jumps into an open desktop only to discover a bag of drugs. A strange, exotic, leafy substance which drives her into another dimension.

T H E   C A T N I P   Z O N E

Two hours pass, catnip and papers now litter the floor as do the two cats lolling about in contented bliss. Haphazardly one reaches out and bats at the other...missing, falling over. Then come yells from humans. Percolated through mushy cat brain they render merely as splashes of audible color. Cool.

Cat stoner...