My dental hygienist enjoys telling me about her cats.
I encourage this. In fact, I've written about her pets a time or two. Once it was about her older cat's ability to outsmart the automatic feeder. That contraption, intended for use when the human is away from home for a few days, is supposed to dispense just one serving of cat food every 12 hours. But Howie the cat figured out how to reach in and trigger additional releases of food. He pretty much viewed the whole thing as a self-serve setup.
Well, yesterday, the hygienist told me about how her felines react to the catnip she has been growing.
That's when she made me laugh.
She said, "Howie's sort of a mean drunk."