Dare I admit that for my birthday I was gifted a cat toy? More accurately, I guess the tiny tiger was gifted a toy.
I had my bag of loot on the dining table when I left for work. I came home to find the bag overturned and the cat toy, still attached to the cardboard, on the floor several feet away. Looks like Conor loves opening presents more than I do.
She followed me doing her, "I am cute and swooshing my fluffy tail and purring" nonsense the whole time I readied her new gift. I couldn't figure out why she wanted the toy so badly, as she has never acted so attentively interested before. She has also never encountered catnip before.
Within two minutes of handing her her new mouse, the whole thing was drenched in drool. I tried to take a photo, but she simply wouldn't hold still, so you get the below blurries. I couldn't help but wonder, "Is this healthy? Is my cat high?" Alas, I continued laughing and am proud to report that Conor's first catnip encounter was full of entertainment for both of us.