My Story

Hello, my name is George and I have a problem with catnip. It all started a few years ago and up until then I could take it or leave it, much like my brother and sister do with occasional enjoyment of mildly potent ‘nip in cat toys. But now my problem has progressed to the point where I can’t control it any more.

I blame the whole thing on my human brother J who gave me some really good ‘nip a while back. I think it was called Cosmic Catnip and it was very potent stuff when used full strength. After my first time, I watched as he put it away, waaaay up on the highest shelf of the cabinet. Then every time he came over after that, he’d give me some more, usually sprinkling it on our cat perch.

Very quickly I was helpless against it. As soon as I saw J come in the front door, I’d head for the cabinet, start screaming for my ‘nip, carrying on like a maniac until he gave me some. I’m ashamed to admit, at my most desperate if J wasn’t around, I’ve even climbed into the cabinet and up the shelves to try and get at it myself. I’m told when I’m on a ‘nip high my family is embarrassed for me because of how I act. I roll on the floor, kick my feet in the air, rub my face on the carpet, run around like a madcat and generally behave like a fool. After a few minutes I crawl to the nearest pillow where I pass out. Of course, I don’t remember any of this when I regain consciousness. I can’t understand why my brother and sister aren’t affected by this like I am, except that we’re adopted siblings not littermates, so maybe it's a genetic weakness.

But now, with my family’s encouragement and the help of Catnip Anonymous, I’m ready to regain my feline dignity and break catnip’s hold over me. I hope I can conquer my addiction this way without having to resort to professional counseling.

Thank you.

Hi. My name is Timothy and I'm a nipaholic.

I can't help myself. My Auntie Deb is partially responsible for my need for nip. She made me some great toys for Christmas and each one was stuffed full of nip. Oh man they're goooooood! I hide them a'hind the chair that Momma lays in when she's watchin' the talking box. Then, she can hear me doing my kick-kick-kicks on the toys and starts to look for me. But I'm wise to her...I walk away a'fore she can find my stash.

Snoodleroo sent me a fabulous mouse I named Clifford for my secret paw gift. It's got nip in it. I loves it. I likes to hide around the corner from it and then pounce it! It's a little too small for me to kick-kick-kick but still...I loves it a lot.

The Catifornians have sent me nip too. I still have a little bit of it. Momma keeps the dime bag of nip from them in a drawer and sprinkles it on my green toy for me. That's when I likes to go over and scritch scratch on it. I loves to do that!!

I can't wait until the warm season comes. Know why? A'cause my Momma always grows me fresh nip. Oh there's nothing quite like the smell of fresh nip! I can't wait!!! Momma says it smells like a skunkie. I don't think so. I think it smells divine!!

So uhh...that's my story.

KITTTTTTTTY CRAAAAAACK!!!!!

We got a new stash of kitty crack today--Sanjee's mom sells THE BEST!--and oh man this has been an awesome afternoon! Buddah is tripped out of his gourd and is running around like someone shove a firecracker up his butt, and I've just been enjoying a very mello, happy, glow.

I dont know where this stuff was grown, but it's like the Maui Wowie of kitty crack. So so so so so so good....

Confessions of a Catnip Binge

I don't know about you guys, but Brach and I get the munchies when we are stoned on "the nip." This fact is embarrassingly obvious after what happened last night.

Mom decided to bring out the dry catnip flakes (my favorite is fresh, but I don't turn down catnip in any form). Brach was in the bedroom, but heard mom open the plastic container and came running. I didn't hear the container open, but when Brach headed to the kitchen, I assumed something amazing was about to happen and I wasn't going to let it go down in my absence!

She sprinkled the flakes on the carpet--that's all I know for a fact. Everything gets a little fuzzy after that, but I'll try to relay it as clearly as I can remember.

Brach and I spent considerable time grazing on the flakes. It's always peaceful between us until the full-buzz comes over us--then things become...let's say "strained." It usually starts with him biting the end of my tail and ends with a crazy chase and me swatting and hissing while lying on my back.

That's not what happened last night, though. Last night was especially nutty.

Shortly after Brach and I started hit the nip, Brach suggested we head into the kitchen to find something to eat. Thankfully, Mom doesn't understand MEOW, otherwise she would have nixed our caper right from the start. While Brach headed to the kibble, I set my sights on higher ground--I jumped onto the counter and began sniffing around.

That's when I saw them.

It was a whole container of cat treats, sitting on the counter--completely unguarded! With a quick glance at my brother, and a glimpse over my shoulder to check for Mom, I flicked the tin of treats on the floor. Yes, it made a loud sound when it hit the tile, but the reward far outweighed the risk.

The container opened as it hit the floor and glorious cat treats spilled everywhere!

The sound jarred Brach from his feast and in a matter of seconds, he had his nose shoved into the treats, chomping away. Not to be out-eaten, I quickly jumped down and joined him.

Long story short (unless it's too late), we ate the entire tin of treats.

As I licked my lips with pure satisfaction, Mom appeared in the kitchen. "What did you two do?!" she exclaimed.

Suddenly, her face broke into a smile and she began to laugh!

"Do you guys realize what you just did?" she said, struggling to stifle her laughter. "You just binged on cat breath mints!"

I looked at her...looked at the tin (I have to admit, I can write in English, but can't read it all-too-well)...then looked back at her again.

"What you did is the equivalent of a human smoking a bunch of weed and then eating an entire container of Tic-Tacs!"

Laugh all you want, lady. All I know is that I helped eat an entire tin of treats in one sitting! Suck on that!

I need a bag.....

After what my Mom did yesterday I really need some good nip. Anybody got some extra?????

Greenhouse Tunnel

I heard about these people who dug a long, long tunnel underground and grew TONS of weeds in it. And no one knew about it until this week. Can you imagine being able to grow TONS of catnip like that? I mean, you don't have to go outside, there's no bugs or birds or squirrels ruining it, there's no icky snow, and you can have it fresh any time you want. We might not even need people to help. Wow. Just imagine it. TONS of perfect, fresh catnip. Mmmmmm. Can we have a fundraiser to buy that tunnel? It would take too long for us kitties to dig our own and since the humans are finished growing weeds in it... No need for all that work to go to waste.

What does help mean?

I think HELP with catnip means help getting more!

12 Steps of Catnip Anonymous

Oh lookie folks! Beau had already come up with 12 steps of Catnippers Anonymous and I didn't even know it! He also wrote a very cool Ode to Catnip poem! You can find them both on his archive page that I linked there, just scroll down to the 17th and 18th of the July page there.

Beau and his Mom have offered to share, so I've invited them to join up. (I don't think his Mom does catnip, tho!) I hope they'll be co-nippers with me and Mom. (Course if they're too busy, we understand how that is!) But we're sure gonna use Beau's 12 steps since he said it was ok long as we give him and his Mom credit (and course we're gonna!!!). Go check out their 12 steps of Catnippers Anonymous They're good!

First Pawprint of Catnip Anonymous

Like Derby said, we need our twelve steps of Catnip Anonymous. I'm already workin on 'em!

Here's the first one

1. We admitted we were powerless over catnip (aka kittycrack, nip, kittyherb) --that our lives had become an unmanageable roll in the catnip.

Thanks For The Invite

Hi, my name is Patches. I am not the one in our family addicted to nip; it is Mittens Pollypaws, my sisfur, also known as Toes. She loves nip as evidence by picture above. She rolls in it and kicks and purrs and goes crazy. I have learned to control it but will have a bit on occasion.

homegrown

me and Casey's plants last summer. we
were both patrollin', makin' sure we
didn't get busted.....












quality control. makin' sure the crop
was good.





what else is there to say?

Kitty crack, kitty crack, kittykittykitty crack.
I loves da cat nip, yes I do
I is a crackhead
How about you?

Hi, my name is Sanjee and I'm a niphead. I just loooooooooooooooooooooove catnip. It's the bestest thing in the world. (Cept maybe Grandma.) My sister Boni gotted me to join cuz she thinks I do too much catnip. Just cuz I got in the nip drawer doesn't mean I do too much! I do just enough!

Hi, I'm Oreo &

I have a problem. I'm addicted to Nip. I want it all the time. I like to lick it, sniff it, roll in it. I'm stoned RIGHT NOW!!!!

Welcome to Catnip Anonymous

Hi all you niphead kitties! Cuz me and my sisters sell nip on our Mom's site, we gotta help out nipheads who have trouble controlling their nip addiction (like my sister Sanjee). So I volunteered to start Catnip Anonymous. We're gonna have a blog (here!) and a website (comin soon!). So if you wanna talk about or help your kittycrack addiction, this is the place to come.