Victor was afraid of the tree, but I knew to stay out of the way. There will be plenty of time to sniff it later. From here, I can supervise. This year, there aren't any boxes with that wonderful smell of catnip. Too bad, Victor, you should have been here last year. Oh, yeah, you weren't born yet. Well, tough. Last year, I got a cat mat with some of the best catnip ever. Since the smell doesn't last forever, I rolled and rolled on it and rubbed it all over myself for a couple hours. With the proper dignity for a cat my age, of course. If Victor had one of those mats, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. I'd have to swat some sense into him. -Bonnie
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