A while ago, mom felt my nip mat that Miss Ellen made me needed to be washed.
I didn't think anything was wrong with it and couldn't understand why it needed laundering.
It had my own personal scent all over it, and I thought the purpose was to allow L’odeur de l’herbe à chat to permeate the fabric for my pleasure.
I've never really been one for catnip except on rare occasions, but I do lay on the mat often, especially since it's in the front window upstairs.
So, mom opened up the outer fabric and removed the scented pad inside, but before she could throw the outer cover in the washing machine I got the urge to partake of the stronger scent of the inner liner and went to town on it.
So like I said, this was a while ago, and since then my furs have once again covered the top side, which, I feel, is how it should be.
Now, I know we felines don't all experience the same sensations while under the influence, but dad did his best with this new background after I described to him one of my hallucinations. Pretty trippy, no?