I came in from the garden Thursday afternoon to find Teasel and Chester "sorting" the green beans I had just picked. The idea is to fork delicately about in the beans, extract one, fling it about and chew on it.
When one bean loses its novelty, choose another and toss it into some rather inaccesable place.
J. brought in corn to strip yesterday afternoon and established himself in front of the TV. He immediately had a circle of assistants.
Teasel, trying to convince us that she hasn't just dragged corn leaves around the room.
If I don't bring in a snippit of fresh catnip on my trips in and out, Teasel as spokes-cat reminds me that cats like freshly harvested greens.
Here they are, "stoned" on their drug of choice.