Diary of a Quarantined Cat: Day 62

I did catnip today. I used to love the nip, but I kind of thought those days were behind me. Although recently, I'd just been so overwhelmed with the humans around all the time, I thought I'd give it a whirl.

At first, it was chill. I was rubbing my face against all the different surfaces, feeling the soothing pressure against my cheeks. Then slowly, it started to intensify, until it got to a point where I was just staring into space.

For a moment, I felt like I understood everything; that life's meaning is always and only what we make of it. I felt connected to the humans, as though they too have feelings and deep thoughts.

Just as things were starting to become clear, a bird landed by the window and began to preen itself. Normally, I would lunge at it, but all I could do was lay there, motionless, the world spinning. It was such a helpless feeling; I had all the knowledge in the world, but it was meaningless if I couldn't act on it. In that moment, I wanted more than anything to feel grounded again. I wanted to jump up and make that pompous bird fly away. Am I even a cat if I can't do the things that cats do?

Perhaps that was my last nip trip.