The cat and I were cuddling, nose to nose if you’d like a visual, and I ended up using a catnip toy as a cushion. It wasn’t planned, it just sorta happened. I stretched, it was there, I was barely conscious so didn’t think through the decision. You know how these things go.
The result is Striker has decided my head is needing all of his attention and now I worry for the safety of my scalp, and my hair.
He already drew a little blood from my knee when he threw a ball at my leg then followed it with a poorly aimed pounce. Well, poorly aimed if he was wanting the ball. Perfectly aimed if he was wanting my knee. I’m choosing to believe he wanted the ball and missed – there’s something to be said for ignorance.
Now he watches me, from his Santa’s Workshop house that he refuses to let me put away even though it’s July and waits for his next chance to get near my head. This must be what a mouse feels like once a cat has decided it’s interested.
The Amazing Shrinking Woman 
How many times do you have to wash your hair before the catnip smell is totally gone ?Sent from my iPhone