What that really means is, "dude, are you HIGH?!" On the ambulance, that is not a question I particularly love asking. At home one day, though, I didn't even need to ask...
I could see the evidence. Toys were strewn everywhere. The sound of thundering feet tearing through the house could be heard. Even a few branches had been broken off of my palm tree.
When I finally caught up to him, I could see it. His little eyes were dialated. He was breathing fast and hard and could barely sit still. Then and there, I knew the answer......
He had been into the catnip.
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4 comments:
Hahahahaaaa....that made me laugh so hard! :D
HAHAHAA! Rachel stole my comment!!
That is a riot though!!:p
*lol* you guys should have been here! It was SO FUNNY!
our cat doesn't need recreational drugs; he is high on life.
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