Catnip high for Christmas.

I bought some catnip spray from the store the other day. Sort of an early Christmas present for the cats. I wonder if it makes me a bad cat mother because I bought the equivalent of marijuana for my children.  Either way, I've been spraying it everywhere. The chair, their toys, the shoe box on the floor. Their favorite is a little, round bed.

Seeing Chicken in action is the best because, well, Chicken is hardly ever in action. One must take the moment and hold onto it tightly.