I'd like to know who these cats are who get all zen-groovy on catnip, who loll around as if on Ecstasy, who see everything in kaleidoscope form, including psychedelic mice and fish even more fascinating than the red beam of a laser pointer, who hold their paws up in front of their faces and meow-laugh at the wonder of it all. I sprinkled some on the bed/top of Lola's scratching post, and although she expressed mild interest, looked at me after a few tentative seconds like a square who wasn't having any of that hippie shit. "Yeah? So?" she said.