If you have cats and they’re anything like mine, they’re apolitical. Mine are
outdoor cats and get plenty of exercise, so they’re not fat cats. A check of the
records at our state Office of Campaign Finance revealed that neither made any
political contributions during the last election cycle. That’s why I was
surprised this afternoon when Okie, the older of the two, jumped on my stomach
while I was trying to take a nap, a petition to legalize catnip in his
“I’ve asked you not to disturb me when I’m resting,” I said.
“This will only take a minute,” he said. “We’re gathering signatures to
I looked at him with my left eyebrow raised to express my pitiless contempt
for his inferior intellect. “Catnip is legal, you stunod.”
“That’s not what mom told us.”
I shook my head, almost involuntarily. “For somebody who’s supposedly
curious, you’re awfully credulous.”
He gave me that tilted-head look, like the dog in the old RCA Victor ads. He
does that when he’s confused or I’m playing the harmonica.
“What does ‘credulous’ mean?” he asked. I was glad to see that he’d at least
learned to add quotation marks around a word he’s mentioning but not actually
using in a sentence. It’s something he picked up when I read to him from the
writings of Willard Van Orman Quine, a philosopher. I’ve tried to instill this
linguistic precision in all of our pets, except for the fish my son’s girlfriend
gave him, who seems to be a mute. The fish, that is, not the girlfriend.
“‘Credulous’ means you believe things too readily,” I explained. “Mom tells
you catnip’s illegal because she doesn’t want you getting high.”
He took all this in. “Sign it anyway,” he said after a while. “Just to be
I signed, and began to scratch his head. “Look,” I said, “I know you guys
like it when I give you catnip, but it’s a special treat, or to get you to stop
beating the crap out of each other when I’m listening to music.”
He stared off into space, the way dogs and cats in George Booth cartoons do.
“I think music sounds better when I’m on catnip,” he said after a while.
“That’s because catnip is a euphoric, like marijuana,” I said, scratching him
under the chin.
“How would you know?” he asked, and with that, the moment so many Baby
Boomers have dreaded arrived. It was time to talk to my cat about drugs. I
cleared my throat and set sail over what were uncharted and possibly stormy
“Okie–buddy,” I began, but he cut me off.
“You only call me ‘buddy’ when you’re putting me down in the basement for the
“This is one of those subjects that call for ‘tough love.’ When I was your
age, I experimented with a lot of things. Rather than risk an arrest that would
follow me for the rest of my life, one day I took some catnip . . .”
“Which belonged to Baby Cat and Big Kitty, right?” He was referring to the
two cats I grew up with.
“Those are extremely stupid names.”
“We named those cats when we were toddlers.”
“Still,” he said with a little snort. “Continue.”
“Well, when I reached high school, a lot of kids went off to Haight-Ashbury
for the Summer of Love. I stayed home.”
“I needed something to help escape my boring summer job, so I put some catnip
in one of my dad’s pipes and–smoked it.”
He looked at me like I was the one with the sub-human intelligence.
“Why didn’t you just put some in a felt mouse and roll around on it?” he
“I was out with friends in a car–that would have looked pretty stupid.”
“Okay,” he said. “So what happened?”
“Not much. I felt a little light-headed, but that could have been just from
the smoking. Humans can get high from catnip, but the effect is pretty
He seemed to be taking it all in, processing it. “I know you’re going to hit
me with a moral now,” he said after a moment.
“Not really,” I said as I stroked his back. “I think you’re better off trying
something that won’t do you much harm than to have you discover it on your own
after mom has scared the bejeezus out of you.”
He nodded his head and took a lick at his left shoulder. “I appreciate your
honesty,” he said finally.
“I think it’s best.” So I’d gotten through to him after all. “I always feel
better after we have these talks,” I said. “Anything else on your mind?”
“Yeah,” he said as he jumped down from the couch. “Do you have any Grateful
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