Where's the damn catnip?

Yeah, Mrs. Wolves was reorganizing the pantry and either Murder or Mayhem -- hell, I can't tell from here -- was clearly looking for catnip:

She looked everywhere:

Not much to find, I guess:

But she was determined:

Ultimately, no joy:

The catnip, I believe, was down one shelf. Hey, she could have asked.

Oh, dear God, the kit-tays are junkies

I am told that catnip is a drug. Well, apparently my gutter-dwelling junkie kit-tays are addicted. Cpl. Wolves brought home some catnip the other day. It didn't last long:

Look at that damn tongue:

That catnip was gone in short order. I have no doubt that soon the kit-tays will be sneaking out at night, breaking into houses to steal things they can sell to buy catnip. Before you know it, they'll be pouncing on people from second-story windows to feed their ugly habit. And I'm sure catnip is just a gateway drug to God knows what. On the other hand, it might just taste good.