Two weeks ago, I bought a full bag of catnip for my cat. The first days were all right, I had put some in his food and he liked it a lot. But one night, I left the almost-full bag of catnip on the dishwasher.
My kitten (only 8 months old) found the bag. Yeah, I'm sure you can imagine the party.

When I woke up the next morning, I went in the kitchen, just like every morning.

...

The first thing I saw was my little cat lying on the side, some goo dripping from his half-open mouth. I found the bag, completely shredded, empty, on the bathroom floor.

Catnip leftovers everywhere.

"The horror... The horror..."

So I went back to where my cat was sleeping/dying/completely stone/badtripping.
He opened his eyes when I came near him. Woah!
After all this stuff, he still seemed ok. He walked/crawled to his food bowl and ate during half an hour.
Now, a few hours later, he's completely cured, no feedbacks at all.
But I fear the addiction... He'll maybe start a catnip business with the neighbors' cats. My kitten is a real bad mofo now.

Doctor, will my cat go to Hell?

This morning I stepped into the kitchen to find a huge pile of dry green herbs all over the floor. I had no idea what it was, but investigation revealed the tattered remnants of a ziplock baggie, and a note, "catnip tea". I then initiated a thorough search of the tea shelf. My concern was that I might throw away the spilled herbs under the delusion that they were, indeed "catnip tea". In fact, I did not find any other bags so labelled, and therefore felt justified in sweeping up the mess, and leaving it in the compost pile.

There are, as of now, only two suspects: Skyler, chief feline of house security, and Pooka, upstanding citizen. Neither one was seen this morning at the investigation site. Personally, I hate to raise the spectre of corruption in the police force, but frankly, there were clues that Skyler had begun to sample of the other side. He's been acting a little down lately, and been wont to use excessive force while playing. We had written these indications off to despondancy at the investigation into the disappearance of the hamster, Colonel Kernel (Ret.), perhaps, though, there is a more sinister reason.

This afternoon or tomorrow, I plan to figure out just what is in those three baggies of oregano I found.