It was mid afternoon as the redheaded beastie known as Jen slowly stalked the inside of the house. She left no couch unturned, no closet closed and no room looked into. She had wandered the grounds prior to this... she had to make sure they wouldn't get busted beforehand.
Behind her back, one quart zip-lock bag stuffed to the pink and blue make purple seal with heavily enhanced cat nip she had been growing in the garden. A imp-ette grin on her face she turned a bedroom door handle. One quick peek inside told her sister was out for a good amount of time. All her weapons gone meant she was on a hunt for someone or something.
She left the door cracked for her partner in crime as she padded over to the bed. Opening the bag, she started sprinkling the dried shaving over the coverlet. She stopped and thought, Nope that would never do! And started rubbing a few handfuls over it. A squeak of a meow, and she stopped and looked at her ankle, the fat kitten Tiki (which was more cat now then kitten) rubbed across her ankle eyeing the nip.
"Not for you yet. Be patient. Tiki darling."
As she checked the room, she ran nip along the dresser, letting the scent stick as she rubbed it in to the bedpost, the closet doors, the lamp, and anything she thought would be able to withstand the blunt trauma of a head bunting.
She scooped up Tiki in one arm, letting the cats head try to explore the almost empty nip bag. She poked her head out the door and looked for her accomplice. "All set."
Behind her back, one quart zip-lock bag stuffed to the pink and blue make purple seal with heavily enhanced cat nip she had been growing in the garden. A imp-ette grin on her face she turned a bedroom door handle. One quick peek inside told her sister was out for a good amount of time. All her weapons gone meant she was on a hunt for someone or something.
She left the door cracked for her partner in crime as she padded over to the bed. Opening the bag, she started sprinkling the dried shaving over the coverlet. She stopped and thought, Nope that would never do! And started rubbing a few handfuls over it. A squeak of a meow, and she stopped and looked at her ankle, the fat kitten Tiki (which was more cat now then kitten) rubbed across her ankle eyeing the nip.
"Not for you yet. Be patient. Tiki darling."
As she checked the room, she ran nip along the dresser, letting the scent stick as she rubbed it in to the bedpost, the closet doors, the lamp, and anything she thought would be able to withstand the blunt trauma of a head bunting.
She scooped up Tiki in one arm, letting the cats head try to explore the almost empty nip bag. She poked her head out the door and looked for her accomplice. "All set."