“I’m on the floor because the **** cat tripped me getting up to answer /your/ frantic knock, and there’s nothing /wrong/ with Cat if you gave him catnip!” Releasing Stormlight, Summer pushed herself up from the floor, struggling briefly against putting her hands on her own loose hair. “I’m going to cut it all off, I swear it.”
Yanking the strands into a quick lovers’ haste knot, she beckoned to Loki. “Give me Cat. He’s probably just stoned. Also, if you want my help, it really does work better to /ask/.”
Loki carefully put Cat in her hands, his fingers ever so gentle on the little animal. ”What—I did not know that this ‘catnip’ was some sort of hallucinogen! You must fix him. If I have harmed him by this—” he abruptly stopped speaking, his mouth hard and his face pale.
“I just said, /ask/.” Summer arched an eyebrow at Loki, face stern, before stroking Cat’s furry belly. “Bless his wee bones, he’s fine. He’s just verrrrry happy right now. Yes, silly Cat, your papa is all wound up over nothing.” She tried to blow a raspberry on the black belly and ended up snorting fur instead, giggling.
Nestling the relaxed Cat into the pile of pillows, she said, “Catnip affects different cats differently; it’s like liquor to humans that way. Some cats get hyper on it, like Doc; other cats get very relaxed. Stormlight gets chatty.”
Hearing her name, the tiny tortoiseshell darted up, inspected Loki’s shoes, then padded over to inspect Cat. Her tail began to wave gently, and she started to wash his ears.
“You might have warned me.” Loki said crossly. ”I thought I’d killed him! Do all ‘cat treats’ produce such alarming effects?”
“As I recall, we got more than a little sidetracked last time.” Summer folded her arms and glared at him. “Interesting that you’re this upset about it, though. You do know cats have short lifespans compared to humans, right?”