The catnip is ready! Actually I think the catnip was ready several weeks ago and is now fading in the ever-shorter days.

Milly sits on the catnip.

I crush the catnip hoping for a better reaction.

The Bengals scatter the catnip.

Agnes ignores the rest of them.

I'm giving up on catnip. Using this much fresh from the plant should be the feline equivalent of Hofmann's bike ride, but the cats don't seem to do much more than swat at the stuff and pounce on each other a bit more often than usual. On the other hand after I'd finished cleaning up I found Dash like this:

"This ceiling is the most interesting thing I have ever seen."