I thought I had gotten rid of his stash. It had taken a while to find it all.
I have no idea how he could have gotten more, but addicts have their ways.
He has more of an edge to him, been a bit speedy, and even at times violent.
This morning he tipped over the garbage, left me bleeding, and ran me over—twice.
“That’s it!” I say as I cuddle him close. “This house is now a cat nip free zone!”