Warning Signs

Dirk is back for the night quite against his will. He has been hollering at me to let him go outside since we let him in, despite Basil not being around. In an attempt to placate him, I took out the bowl of cat-nip that Matt Murphy kindly left around for us. The last time I had seen Dirk with some of the sauce, he had no idea how to handle it. Should he sniff at it and sneeze? Should he paw? Does it do anything if he fixes his eyes upon it? Well, this time Dirk was hitting the nip hard. And when he had gotten enough, he got mean. Real mean. And then he had more. He was licking it straight from the bowl and he didn't stop.
Good God how he didn't stop.