This is George. George isn’t my cat; he lives with a neighbour but treats my house and garden as a kind of holiday home. He comes around a few times a week, follows us around the house around for a bit, insists on a belly-rub or two, then goes home again.
This time of year, though, there's another activity to George’s repertoire: a roll-around session in the catnip. This particular activity brings about a strange change of behaviour in George.
He gets a glazed-over look in his eye, becomes a bit more playful than usual, then promptly falls into a deep slumber. It’s like watching the feline version of the cult classic film Reefer Madness.