
"You know I've smoked a lot of grass
O' Lord, I've popped a lot of pills
But I never touched nothin'
That my spirit could kill..."
This interesting little ditty floated back to me from my memories of 1968 and Steppenwolf (those bad boys...!)
And what would make me think of this?
It turns out that there is a resident of my friend's list whose intent was to do nothing but get our kitty cats higher than little fuzzy hallucinating kites--and who succeeded gloriously.
In the name of product testing, Dearest
Inside this innocuous, unmarked manila envelope was feline madness.
The kids, after having rubbed themselves wildly all over their little pillows, cuddling each other to the point that they ended up yelling at one another in lustful annoyance, dancing on their hind legs with the pillows clasped ecstatically in their paws and what seemed to be watching in a most facinated manner the trails we left behind as we walked by, are now downstairs, draped over various pieces of furniture, with looks that say....
If this is not a huge product endorsement, then I don't know what one looks like.
I'm going to have to get more pillows--one or two for every room in the house, no doubt--because if I don't then I have the feeling these monsters will slip knee-highs over their little heads and hold steak knives to our throats so that they can get money to order more for themselves....
If you want to make your kitties deliriously happy and yourselves highly amused, I suggest you get yourselves a couple of these.
Immediately if not sooner.


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It's the good shit.
They DO smell good, too.
And yes, it is a blend.....
Odin, our resident niphead, sleeps on his pillow, wakes up, rubs it all over his face, then falls asleep again. He is in his glory.