Here's how I came to know this.
This weekend, Lawman and I made a trip to the local greenhouse. While there I purchased flowers and herbs to plant in pots for our front porch and our deck. I love the smell of peppermint and spearmint (they're also good in tea) so I bought one of each. Next to them was catnip.
You know where this is going, right?
In my moment of kindness (weakness is more like it ), I suggested we buy catnip to put in with the spearmint and peppermint and see if our cat liked it.
The pots have been on the deck since Saturday but he only discovered it last night.
It's like a drug. Did you know that? I swear my cat is a druggie. A circus druggie. Living in my big top.
As soon as he got one whiff of that plant, (or was it taste?), he was hooked. He did back flips. Somersalts. He contorted his body just to get closer to it. He nearly laid in my pot. It was so funny that I hollered at the rest of the family to come watch this.
Next year I'm going to do an entire pot of just catnip. Cat will be stoned all summer.