Nip That Catnip

In the quiet landscapes of purring domesticity,
where curtained windows hide twitching tails,
a saga, vastly hilarious, dare I say, historic,
in the annals of feline mythology unfurls.

Listen, I say, and stifle your chuckles,
for this is the tale of whiskers and knack,
the story of cats who dared to nuzzle,
in the Rib-Tickling Stash of the Illustrious Catnip.

Amongst the urban jungle of table legs and couches,
unraveled a covert cupboard, slightly ajar,
A treasure trove of emerald ecstasy,
catnip – the feline’s shooting star.

Oh, the ensuing hullabaloo, a Felidae’s festival,
like a cat out of Hell, more a snarl than a hiss.
Tripping over tails, tumbling, twisting,
in an intoxicating inverted catnip bliss.

Chasing their shadows, or was it the other way round?
Battle-scarred veterans of imaginary fights.
Faced off phantom dogs, then jovially stumbled,
chasing the moonbeam’s evanescent lights.

Bumbled Sirius, the seasoned tabby weaved tales,
of the dinosaur and the dragon-fly.
Whilst little Orion chased his swirling tail,
to the psychedelic symphony of a summer’s sky.

An opera of chaos that crescendo’d into dawn,
furry bodies sprawled like squishy potatoes in sunbeam’s slit.
Dreaming feline dreams, whiskers still twitching,
in the aftermath of the infamous emerald hit.

So did it end, as domesticity resumed its purr,
window sills reclaimed by lingering and languorous cats.
Innocent eyes betray not the fiasco of the night,
only tales to be whispered amongst passing bats.

Oh kitties, wondrous, whiskered jesters,
scarfing down life with unblunted aplomb,
Your wild tryst with the catnip secret, to us is a cautionary tale,
a farcical tale of “Nip That Catnip” spun.

For indulgences, be they emerald or man-made,
cast a fog on our treasured life’s clarity,
And the tenderness of a purr or human love’s whisper,
shall always trump the hilarity of a Catnip rarity.